After the initial bite of the crunchy spread, I found myself in pistacia vera limbo. There, ensconced within the safety of evergreens, was a person standing about face. A sensation of levitating flight brought me closer to the individual. Before I could conjure a word, the person turned to me and with a voice that sang of honey-steeped tulips, it said: "They don't make them like the use to!" In a blink of the moment, I returned home. The jar of spread was now a empty vessel of its former self. It was then I wept shades of delicious green. I have more questions for this mysterious person and the only way to get answers is to buy more of this amazing product. May the founders of this company live prosperous and plentiful.