Collection: Zest in Pieces - GREED

“Even citrus bows to the blade.” The guillotine falls, slicing lemon clean in two — juice spraying like golden blood. Buttered poundcake and sugared glaze soak into the wood beneath, a feast for the proud who demand the world kneel at their feet. Pride smells sweet, sharp, and victorious — but every queen who hogs the spotlight eventually loses her head.