Bryant Park Bond No. 9 2007

.... and many thanks for the sample ;-) After your note on the card, I thought something terribly shocking awaited me. Something like "The devil hunts atheists." So I cautiously applied Bryant Park, extended my right arm out to 2.50 m, and held it out the window. Then I carefully pulled my arm back in and brought it millimeter by millimeter to my nose. IMMEDIATELY, I made a time leap back to the 1960s when I was still a child and spent my holidays at my grandparents' house in the countryside (the same place where we live now). I saw myself in my grandma's kitchen during her canning marathons and how she never managed to cook rhubarb so that it wouldn't turn into a fibrous mush. I don't want to say that Bryant smells like fibrous rhubarb mush, because the start is relatively pleasant and the expected shock didn't happen. It's rhubarb with a lot of sugar and a few lily of the valley. You can't eat rhubarb any other way, otherwise your teeth will become dull.
Back in grandma's kitchen. Where everything that grew in the ground, on the ground, on bushes or trees, or was not on the tree by 3 was canned. There were wafts of sugary fruit scents that wafted through the house every year starting in May. These wafts also envelop me in Bryant Park.
I don't get dull teeth from it; I actually quite like it. The devil doesn't hunt atheists either; he doesn't know any.
Bryant Park is definitely grandma's rhubarb-raspberry jam. With a lot of sugar, without flavor enhancers or preservatives. I just opened a jar of it...