There’s a blissful moment that I hope you all get the chance to experience. The bliss, that is, and not what leads up to it. It’s a moment when you’ve just dragged your trash out into the hallway, and your kitchen smells like hot Berry Kix, and your stomach is starting to settle again, when you see that bottle of Qream on your counter and think “I’m done.” That your work, whatever its legacy or reception will be, is finished.
But first, to the beginning.
“Anyway GOOD MORNING!” ended the email I got from Edith at 7 a.m. on a recent Monday, in which she alerted me to the existence [...]
1. Display the new liqueur in a strategic area at the holiday trade show. Pour freely.
Qream finally has a qommercial, and it looqs disqusting! But: "Guy in a pink floatie noodle drinking strawberry Qream from the bottle is my new hero," says Qreamaster cyclist Jaya Saxena, and, as usual, she's qompletely right.
ELLE and Qream want to give you and three friends a fancy night in New York City, and all you have to do is "like" Qream on Facebook to enter (some of us did that weeks ago). Alternately, do you want to write a limerick about Qream for no reason? (Idea half-borrowed from Vulture's haiku-ery.) Here's one:
There once was a partially lactose-free drink from Pharrell It was, quote, "made for Sarah Jessica Parker," says ELLE.* Qream is kind of like wine But also like chemical medi-cine. Enjoy it on the rocks, or never, but words with "k" sounds are fun to re-spell.
*Per the sweepstaqes' press [...]