CREAMARA BLAST
Step into a world where creamy, dreamy vanilla meets the gentle blush of raspberry-kissed sakura. It’s a flavor fusion pulled straight from a Tokyo daydream—like a stroll under blooming cherry blossoms with a soft-serve cone in hand and your favorite arcade glowing in the distance.
The vanilla is rich and buttery, like the velvet of an old-school milk bar sundae. But just when you think you've settled into that cozy creaminess, the raspberry swirls in like a pop idol on roller skates—sweet, floral, and a little bit flirty.
It’s delicate, it’s bold, it’s got that unmistakable retro charm with a candy-coated twist. Sweet like a love letter, fun like a Saturday morning cartoon, and smooth like a jazz record.
This isn’t just a flavor. It’s a mood. It’s a vibe. It’s raspberry sakura vanilla, and it’s got your name written in pink drizzle.
With Love, from Tokyo
Bright raspberry meets soft sakura in a blend that feels like bubblegum pop and cherry blossoms. It’s playful, floral, and a little flirty—like spring in full swing with a wink. The creamy vanilla swirl ties it all together like a satin bow on a sundae. One bite and it’s roller skates, sunshine, and a breeze that smells like candy. It’s not just a flavor—it’s a vibe.
The Yum Yum Sauce
Only at Kernel Kid events, this dazzling version of Raspberry Sakura steps out under the neon glow. Juicy raspberry and soft cherry blossom meet creamy vanilla in a dreamy blend—but now it’s finished with a shimmering berry glaze that turns every kernel into a candy-coated gem. It's sweet, floral, and just a little electric—like wandering through Tokyo at night, music in the air and spring petals on the breeze. This drizzle drop doesn’t stay out late, so grab it while it’s glowing.
TRIAL OF COMPASSION
A traveler arrived at a small tea house,
its warmth spilling out into the mist.
An old man greeted him,
“Rest, traveler, for the trial begins here.”
A weary stranger entered,
face drawn, eyes empty with hunger.
The old man spoke,
“There is enough for one.
What will you choose?”
The traveler looked at the stranger,
then at the cup in his own hands.
Without a word,
he pushed it forward.
“The need is greater,” he said.
The old man nodded,
his gaze soft with approval.
A single Sukura blossom appeared,
gentle and fragrant in the traveler’s hand.
“You have passed the trial,”
the old man whispered.
“True strength lies not in what you keep,
but in what you are willing to give.”
