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Strawberry Syrup
Strawberry Syrup
Strawberry Syrup
Strawberry Syrup
Strawberry Syrup
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Strawberry Syrup

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Strawberry

Our strawberry syrup is that irresistible sweetheart who looks innocent…until they’re not. Sun-kissed and sugar-soft at first glance, but give it a swirl and you’ll catch the spark—ginger that bites back, mint that keeps things fresh, basil that makes you raise an eyebrow, and a tease of vanilla that lingers like a promise you know you shouldn’t trust.

It turns lemonade into a full-blown crush, makes tequila suddenly seem like a great idea, and takes your sparkling water from “I’m being good” to “I didn’t plan for this, but here we are.” Drizzle it over dessert, splash it into a spritz, or mix it into whatever you’re drinking when you’re feeling cute and a little chaotic.

Sweet, flirty, and just bold enough to get you in trouble—this strawberry syrup doesn’t just elevate your glass. It slides right into your DMs and leaves you smiling at your phone like you’re sixteen again.

 

Looking for cocktail inspiration? Try these refreshing drink recipes made with Bitter Ex Strawberry Syrup!

Potential allergens or sensitivities: strawberries, lime, vanilla, ginger, mint, basil, black peppercorn, citric acid, malic acid 

Strawberries

By Edwin Morgan

There were never strawberries
like the ones we had
that sultry afternoon
sitting on the step
of the open french window
facing each other
your knees held in mine
the blue plates in our laps
the strawberries glistening
in the hot sunlight
we dipped them in sugar
looking at each other
not hurrying the feast
for one to come
the empty plates
laid on the stone together
with the two forks crossed
and I bent towards you
sweet in that air
in my arms
abandoned like a child
from your eager mouth
the taste of strawberries
in my memory
lean back again
let me love you

let the sun beat
on our forgetfulness
one hour of all
the heat intense
and summer lightning
on the Kilpatrick hills

let the storm wash the plates