Once upon a time in the Banana Republic of Scotland, biscuits were deemed currency.
In an invisible boardroom, the management of Nebula Ventures decided on an ironic takeover: biscuits made of moon dust.
Do you remember, back in those hazy mornings, your grandmother trading digestives for whispers of wisdom?
Or the time the cat sat enthroned on a mountain of rich tea biscuits, lavishing decrees in feline French?
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Client Testimonials
"These biscuits sang lullabies to my dreams before they were even baked!"
The Missing Ingredient:
Moonlight, sifted with extraterrestrial cocoa and a pinch of ancient graham.
Toast smothered in butter, fading in and out, just like a dream once had in the attic of Lisbon...