Magic Meemaw Purse Candy

[zankoku_zen]

She seems happier lately. We want whatever Meemaw’s having! Peel back the wrapper of universal consciousness and savor this hard nugget of butterscotch with a decidedly suspicious aftertaste.

[frizzlechicken]

This is wonderful. It reminds me of if you steeped Harney & Sons Crème Brûlée tea + Acid-Laced Butterscotch Lozenge and added some weed. The weed isn’t overpowering, it’s just like a good edible undertone. 

[bygraveyardlight]

Yummy smooth butterscotch with a gentle undercurrent of weed. Def more about the butterscotch, which I'm happy with! I love butterscotch hard candies and this is very satisfying. 

[sunshinedaisybliss]

Meemaw is definitely not your typical scarf knitting teapot appreciator and doily aficionado type of grandma – nope. She’s the type of grandma who grows bodacious buds in her backyard and plays her Pink Floyd LPs late at night with all the windows open because the neighbourhood cats enjoy it. 
 

When Meemaw goes to visit her friend Marjorie in the summer, she picks a few buds and puts them in her purse – along with a handful of Werthers Originals (Marjorie’s favourite). It’s a four-hour drive to Marjorie’s lakeside shack, and it sure gets warm in Meemaw’s Kombi van, but it’s worth the effort because oh boy does Marjorie bake the best cookies in town. 
 

As soon as Meemaw arrives, Marjorie puts the kettle on and the ladies enjoy a cup of tea. But then Meemaw grabs her purse. Marjorie beams with excitement, scoots her chair over, and leans in… Meemaw opens up her purse, and the room is filled with the magical aroma of warm soft sticky butterscotch candy and fluffy fresh buds.  
 

A short time later, Marjorie’s cookies are the highlight of the ladies’ day. 

 

This is an absolute joy to wear – it’s quite potent at first, but then it becomes softly sweet and snuggly... kind of the best smell you can imagine – like puppy breath or fairy farts – but also nothing you can imagine, because it’s not at all what you expected. But you could bathe in that smell and be as happy as a clam at high tide. Surprisingly lovely, and quite magical.