Love stories, one praline at a time

Altitude in a praline: dark shell, cognac caramel, no curfew in the finish.

Milk shell, blood orange, Marcona almond praline — the favour you'll owe back by morning.

Maple and spiced-pear caramel under dark — the same porch, four seasons, one slow yes.

Yuzu-ginger caramel in a dark shell — two people who hate each other reading one map.

Dark shell, bergamot-bright Earl Grey ganache — office hours, door closed.

Brown-butter caramel under a soft milk shell — a kitchen table full of people who stayed.

Pistachio-rose praline in a dark shell — a note pencilled where nobody was supposed to look.

Lavender and wild-honey ganache behind a dark shell — a small town, a door nobody mentions.

Blueberry-violet ganache under a star-stamped dark shell — fate, dressed for the evening.

Coconut-lime caramel in a soft milk shell — small, bright, and somehow permanent.

Candied orange peel and dark caramel under a wax-red seal — a letter posted after midnight.

Salted dulce de leche under a milk shell — the same moon, two time zones, one bite.

Espresso and roasted-almond praline under dark — two pianists, one bench, no rush.

Fig and ruby port caramel under a milk shell — the gentler side of a locked door.

Dark shell, crunchy pecan praline, a sour cherry heart — the room below the maid's quarters.

Vanilla-bean caramel and a rice-paper crackle under milk — a vow folded and kept.

Soft milk over tart blackcurrant — the intermission you mistook for the last act.

Milk shell, Marc de Champagne ganache — the toast nobody at the reception heard.

A dark shell, a liquid passion-fruit caramel, and one door left unlatched.

Saffron-apricot caramel in a gilded dark shell — a second chance, aged like a good vow.

Mango-cardamom praline under a silver-dusted milk shell — a ticket you did not plan to buy.

Strawberry-elderflower ganache under a pink-dusted milk shell — the first warm week in town.

Burnt-sugar bourbon caramel in a dark shell — struck across a hotel bar, interest included.

A severe dark shell over smoky black-cardamom ganache — the door that locks from outside.

Chilli and black-sesame praline under dark — an opening move you will regret enjoying.

Walnut praline with library salt under a milk shell — the record that changed in one hour.

Ranch honey caramel under a warm milk shell — boots on the marble, unapologetic.

Hazelnut-tonka ganache in a milk shell — a duet nobody rehearsed but both knew.

Hazelnut gianduja under a milk shell and a single flake of gold — the assistant's raise.

A 70% shell that cracks like a goodbye, over caramel that refuses to leave.