
Forget eggs, give potted worship. This year, for Easter, stop with the chocolate bunnies. Seriously. We have better. A pot. Not just any spread: “Antoinette’s spread”. A spread that doesn't just taste good. She is brutal. It is visceral. It is the perfect combination of the crunchiness of roasted buckwheat and the addictive sweetness of hazelnut. A balance so precise it seems like a scam. Because this year, we're not talking about egg hunts anymore. We are talking about a quest. A quest that takes us from Paris to Brittany, to the home of Jean-Baptiste and Vincent of Chez Antoinette Poisson, where buckwheat is the star ingredient, a tribute to the golden pancakes that we would like to last forever. A taste that smells of earth, authenticity, and crackling flames. More than a pot, a masterpiece. Every detail is thought out and worked on to make this pot an object as rare as it is essential. Presented in a box that won't end up at the back of a cupboard. Because some objects are not thrown away. How to taste it? HAS the spoon. Directly. Or as an indecent layer on a warm crepe or brioche. Or in a cake, if you still like to play the classics. Like everything worth wanting, it is limited edition. Available at Confiture Parisienne and Chez Antoinette Poisson. Don't delay. Because, like all good things, it won't last.