From the flowerpot of every third old soul on her balcony (fine, every fifth), to an ultra-high-end, award-winning gourmet bonbon.

From a thorny bush that only the most stubborn of grandmas (or even stubborner birds) dare reach, to a tangy bonbon packed with so much bright orange flavour that we should stock up for winter.

From the cornerstore, where halva was sliced with a machete-like knife and the shopkeeper knew all your cousins by name, to a bonbon as sweet as the memory of said shopkeeper.

From the benches outside "modern" flats where an entire generation of Bulgarians spent their summers sitting perfectly still, to a crunchy bоnbon that leaves behind memories, not shells.

From a shy flower hiding underneath its own leaves, to the most elegant flirt in the box — sweet, a touch old-fashioned, and utterly charming.

From the irresistible smell of freshly roasted peanuts, leading you by the nose from a distance until you forget where you were headed, to a bonbon that finally earns the peanut its rightful place among desserts.

From a tray cut by hand yet precise as if sliced by laser into m-a-t-h-e-m-a-t-i-c-a-l-l-y perfect squares, to a flawless little bonbon still eaten in two bites, but no fork required.

From garden tea, sipped sloooowly at six in the evening right as the day dissolves into nothing, to a perky bonbon with a fresh, spirited character.

From the first sip, without which sentences never get finished — they just trail off — to a bonbon that can do the very same job — only sweeter, and with no cup to wash.

This particular bonbon stands for a single act of movement: from the bed to the couch.

From a hot wind sweeping over a Southern plantation, to a buttery, rich bonbon embodying the manners of a Georgia gentleman — one who refuses to own slaves.

From the Rose Valley, at 5AM while pickers sing and tourists haven't woken up yet, to a bonbon that sings praise about Bulgaria with every bite.

From a queue at the airport gate for a flight to an island you've only seen in someone else's journal, to an escape in a single bite (only now: no jet lag needed).

From a jungle you've (let's be honest) never set foot in, to a sweet-and-sour explosion that turns everything you thought you knew about "the exotic" on its head.

From an indescribable Australian shore to an even more indescribable marzipan-and-tonka-bean embrace, so rich it might make you forgive anyone anything.

From childhood memories of banana mashed with a fork onto a pancake, to a bonbon that proves simple pleasures never go out of style.

From our national pride (Lactobacillus Bulgaricus forever), with a quick detour through a blueberry patch enough to scratch your hand, to a bonbon that's breakfast, dessert, and an act of patriotism all rolled into one.

From a dark theatre and an Odysseus who slays the suitors and still can't find the time to return, to a bonbon that's pure cinema.

From a sun-baked hillside overgrown with wild herbs and filled with deceptively lazy-looking bees, to a sharp, fresh bonbon with enough character for two.

From a fermentation vat somewhere in Japan, aged longer than most relationships, to the most unexpected umami note in the box — this bonbon doesn't apologize for anything.

From a Mediterranean garden where an almond tree, an apricot, and a rosemary bush are unlikely neighbors with equally strong opinions, to a bonbon in which, surprisingly, everyone gets along.

From a small nut, a sweet citrus, and a tiny grain the world suddenly discovered in 2013, to a three-way alliance that shouldn't work on paper — and yet, somehow, conquers peaks.

From a cacao bean that survived a journey, a customs form, and a fair bit of processing, to the most honest bonbon in the box (cocoa is everything in life, trust us, we know).

From a Scandinavian flavor met in Bulgaria with a raised eyebrow, to a bold raspberry-and-licorice duet — a sweet-bitter conspiracy that screams 'surprise!'