In high school, they sold Nerds Ropes in the bookstore, and for a period of time, maybe my sophomore year, I ate one every day. I only remembered that recently when I saw a Nerds Rope at a Sheetz gas station, driving somewhere, I can't recall. I bought it for nostalgia's sake and ate it as I hurdled down the highway, and it was disgusting. So sweet like certain poisons, it made my teeth ache to think of myself at sixteen. Worlds away it seems like now. The taste of it set fire to nothing for me. It was not a madeleine dipped in lime blossom tea. Nothing like that at all. Anyway, I find it inspiring that all these years later, someone over at Nerds thought to cut the rope into little pieces and call them clusters instead. So that now, I am willing again a decade later, to make myself sick eating them, so that I really shouldn't buy them at all. So that I sometimes search on eBay for cut crystal candy bowls and wish that my great grandmother was alive just to try them. It is after all possible to take the same materials and make something horrible or wonderful, depending—after all possible to be transformed.
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Love this - very very nicely done