I finally had the chance to taste the original gourmet jelly bean, called Jelly Belly. The little American taste of 50 courageous flavours.The Jelly Belly box of coloured candy is so amusing that I could be left accoupied for hours, without feeling bored. I'm a very childish person that way. Some girls want jewelry, and the more expensive it is, the more beautiful it appears to them. I just want something childish and fun.
The Jelly Belly represent a few things I find very interesting. I will now list them here:
COLOURS = Every little Jelly Belly flavour has it's own colour. For example; the yellow flavours doesn't have the same colour shade. I love colours. Especially if they are specially chosen to represent a certain item or mood. Bubble gum is often pink and it leaves a girly feeling to it. If it was green, I would have to change my whole idea of what bubble gum reflects. Strawberries and most other berries are red. Red is a feminine colour and most berries will then express womanly passion, romance and sex. Blueberries are the little man of berries of course, it's dark, deep and different. The philosopher of berries if he may. The yellow pineapple is an exotic fruit and I would say that it represent all that is remarkable, queer, hot and fresh. Orange fruits has the same theme to them as the yellow. Blue is the most popular favorite colour in the world. It represent masculine energies, the spiritual and water (as water usually appear to be blue). It's not so strange probably, as the things blue symbolizes has an important position in the world today. My favorite colour red, that is the opposite gender to blue has a more chaotic, wild feeling to it. It's not as steady or refreshing as blue. Besides red doesn't just represent extravagant passion, it also represents violence. Anyway, I wish you could buy a car that was neon green. I do because most cars are blue or red or white or black. Neon green would be too flashy in traffic a lot of people would say, but they are just talking after what is fashionable. Neon green would not be painful to the eye if people would see it more. Times will change of course and one day we will probably be able to see neon green cars or pink ones with red hearts. Red and pink is lovely together in my idea, not a lot of people think so.
LITTLE COMPARTMENT ROOMS = The Jelly Belly's flavours are separated by little compartment rooms. This means that I have to correct things, if some jump into the other rooms. And I'm very nerdy about order. For example I hate when people put candy paper back into the package of candy. It goes against my strict sense of lineup and tidiness. I always open plastic bags with scissors, to get a fine edge. I always put things down into it's "clothes", even if I'm going to use it very soon. I remember when I used to share my computer with my brother. Every day, I had to sit and put CD's into cd covers, throw clothes into the closets and small things into place. He would hate it, as he meant that he was always using the things lying around. Personally I'm not able to use my head, in a room that floats of things that doesn't have it's own place. It's fine with a lot of things, but it must have it's own place. Because that's when compartment rooms becomes interesting. They store something, they have their own smells and their own effect. Closets, drawers and boxes have always been a fetish of mine. When I was little and went to the bathroom in other peoples home, I had to pull out some drawers and have a look (I still feel like doing that though). If I lifted on an object I always tried to put it back in the exact position I found it in. The things I found was pretty much always boring and casual, but it still gave me a rush to have a peek. What I found interesting was the compartments in themselves, the smells and the fact that you could hide something inside something. What is more interesting than that? I would reach for a handle, shiver and pull it out. Lots of things would show up in front of my face and then I could make them vanish by closing with the handle. What magic lies underneath, behind there? Perfect secrets could be stored, in large closets and small handbags and tiny boxes. Maybe I was a strange child. If so, I'm also a strange adult. I can easily put off several days filled with the love and care for compartments. One of the greater things for me, is watching tupperware on TV Shop. Wonderful. It's extra special if every box size has it's own pastel colour. But the bad thing is that the package of plastic food boxes, dont come with a family of your own. Tupperware is kind of linked with family you know. The last material thing I need is tupperware boxes, yet I crave it, like my happiness depends on every little box.INTERESTING FLAVOURS = Tastes have their own feeling of course. Their own mood. To me, liquorice has a dangerous taste, it smells of danger and badness. Liquorice is the bad boy that scared me and excited at the same time. I want it. I dont want it. I like it. I dont like it. The popcorn taste has a fun feeling to it. It smells of circus and films. Popcorn has something to do with youth and innocent wildness. Beer has a bold and nutty taste. It has a warm natural basement bar living room feeling to it. I always identifies the smell of beer with a wooden bar table that I hid under as a child. It belonged to some friends of my parents. Me and their kids used to play in the basement floor when we visited. My parents would chat with the other parents upstairs. We would pretend we were adults and drink from emty beer and liqueur glasses, in the basement bar living room there. I remember it as very exciting, it's a memory that often comes to me. It was something thrilling about having a whole floor to ourselves, just us kids. Of course they would come and check on us now and then. The room had nice soft floor carpets, shady lightning, huge round leather couches and a big wooden drink and peanut bar. We had nothing like that in my home. Sure, my parents had a vine closet, but that was all. We had no basement floor, no shady lightning, no round hotel alike couches and no bar. I remember thinking that I would like to have a bar room when I became an adult. One with that warm soft shady lightning. I would lie stretched out on the nice delicate floor carpet and take sips of sparkly alcohol drinks, while listening to bar music (whatever I imagined that would sound like). I had an innocent naive outlook on most things I suppose. I had the ability to be a child and the possibility to be irresponsible, without it hurting me to much. I didn't understand back then, that some kids seemed unimaginative and undaring, because they were left with more responsibility than I was.
When it comes to Jelly Belly flavour favorites, I must say that I like the Root Beer, maybe most of all. It somehow reminded me of my childish wish for that basement bar living room. It has a very smashing intriguing taste. I feel that it also reminds me of something I have forgotten. But all in all, it hints on that I still wish I had a wooden bar, with tall bar stools, shady lightning, the smell of leather and the velvet feeling to the floor carpets. It tickles me to think of such rooms. If the room included a lot of people in it, it would lose the crawling tickling feeling to it, the one I experienced as a child. See I'm still quite innocent in my mind. I think it's a good thing, to be able to keep the curiosity of a child, without it becoming something that grows into the boredom of adulthood, or the guilt of a criminal. There's always something to look forward to then, to experience. Never a dull moment.