UMBRARA DUST
This one’s not here to play nice. It’s here to melt minds. Welcome to a luxurious umami overload that’s rich, savory, and just the right amount of fancy-funky.
We’re talking aged parmesan—sharp, nutty, and ready for its spotlight moment. Aromatic truffle glides in like a velvet cape at a masquerade ball. And then? Boom—black garlic shows up with that deep, slow-roasted swagger, all molassesy and mysterious, like it knows something you don’t.
It’s creamy. It’s earthy. It’s dramatic. It’s a flavor that whispers, “I belong in a five-star kitchen... but I’m also totally down to party.”
This isn’t your average flavor. It’s a umami power ballad in edible form. Truffle. Parm. Garlic. Boom. Boom. Boom.
Take a bite. Lean back. Let your taste buds wear a tuxedo for once.
Powdered Gold
Earthy black truffle, aged Parmesan, and rich black garlic come together in a savory symphony that’s pure elegance. This flavor is dressed in velvet and gold—deep, luxurious, and unmistakably sophisticated. Each bite is a decadent step into a world where classic meets bold, perfect for those who crave a popcorn experience that’s a little upscale and a lot unforgettable.
It's a Black Tie thing
Only available at Kernel Kid events, this luxe take on our truffle blend is the ultimate VIP treatment. We start with the rich, earthy mix of black truffle, aged Parmesan, and black garlic—already dressed to impress. Then we add a silky, golden drizzle that glistens like candlelight on fine crystal, layering in a subtle sweetness that balances the savory notes perfectly. It’s decadent, refined, and a little mysterious—just like a black tie affair. If you want to taste elegance, this is your moment.
TRIAL OF FORGIVENESS
Bathed in golden dusk. He came upon a fountain. Dry and quiet.
A shadow stepped into the light.
A familiar face.
One he had not seen in years.
One that once shared laughter,
then shattered trust with quiet cruelty.
The betrayer stood before him, eyes lowered. Clueless of his surroundings.
A knife of memory twisted in Arthur’s chest.
Here was his chance.
He could return what was done.
He could wound back.
The marble beneath him waited, still and cold.
But Arthur looked past the hurt,
through the years he carried it like a stone in his gut.
What had it grown?
Nothing but bitterness.
He let out a breath, deep as the valley below.
“I release you,” he whispered.
“I choose peace over poison.”
Silence fell.
Then, the marble underfoot cracked,
to reveal is single slice of earth
From the smallest fracture, a single flower rose,
delicate, fragrant, and bright against the stone.
A scent like truffle and warm earth rose around him.
The betrayer was gone.
No applause. No reward.
Only the quiet triumph of a heart unchained.
The trial was complete.
