Warning: This Breakfast May Cause Delusions of Grandeur

Here’s the thing about me and breakfast—we don’t just “grab a bite.”

We curate an experience.
In Abu Dhabi, no less.
Where the man wear baby blue and make smoothies like it's a love language.
Where figs, croissants, and seductive cheeses casually lounge on white porcelain like they woke up famous.

But the real scandal on the table?
A jar of Twilight Nectar- Our Signature Wild Tualang Elixir.

No, darling, not just any honey.
This isn’t your average polite, blush-colored drizzle.
This is jungle-born, feral, barefoot-in-the-rainforest kind of nectar.

Thick, dark, unapologetic. Like a lover with a secret past and rain in their voice.

Wild. Rare. And yes—raw.

There’s nothing delicate about it. It doesn’t flirt. It enters the room and owns it.

One spoonful, and suddenly the entire breakfast changed its rhythm.

The moment it hit the croissant, the whole breakfast shifted mood.
I stopped being a guest in someone’s kitchen and became a woman in a perfume ad.
You know the one— hair tousled, camera panning in slow motion, jazz in the background, biting into flaky pastry like it’s a rebellion.

Because Tualang doesn’t pair with food. It dominates.
It crashes the brunch like a rockstar who doesn’t do interviews.
It lingers. It hums.
It turns a simple breakfast into something borderline illicit.

And let me be honest: I like my mornings a little wild.
Not just buttered and behaved.

So yes, this is my official confession:

I’ve tasted many honeys.
But none that made me raise an eyebrow, tilt my head, and go "okay then…"

Tualang did.

So if you see me at 10am in silk pyjamas, candle lit, fruit plate curated like a Renaissance painting, and a jar of wild bee honey center stage—mind your business.

It’s not breakfast.
It’s a mood.

And I’m not just eating.
I’m manifesting.