On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, Ysir Gives... Gourmet Sea Salt Caramels

Haebin has spent decades cultivating his persona: the slightly oblivious elder, the harmless mentor, the grandfather figure who sees nothing and knows everything. He's parented generals, guided an Abaddon, counseled a Consort, and somehow become the crazy uncle to an entire generation of supernatural hybrids.

Ysir sees right through him.

So she's selected something that matches his carefully constructed image: soft, tender caramels that melt on the tongue.

Old-man candy, if you will. Except these aren't just any caramels — they're crafted from fresh cream, pale butter, and crystalline sugar, finished with Maldon sea salt for that satisfying crunch.

Because Haebin might play the fool, but he's never been anything less than exquisite.

Twenty-four to twenty-six pieces of pure indulgence, packaged in a gift box that says, "I know exactly who you are, and I'm going to let you keep pretending anyway."

Fresh cream, pale butter, crystalline sugar, Maldon sea salt. Tender, sophisticated, and utterly disarming — just like the man they're meant for.

Perfect for: • The mentor who's shaped entire generations • Those who hide wisdom behind carefully crafted foolishness • Individuals who deserve something as layered as they are • Anyone who's ever been the family's steady, eccentric anchor