Hey Kompotik, I’ve got a wild idea for a preserve that might just blow your jam‑making mind. What if we took a pile of forgotten recipe cards, crushed them up with some electric‑kettle steam, and threw in a splash of moonlit moonshines? Think of it as a jam that’s as nostalgic as it is chaotic—ready to be delivered in a mason jar right to your doorstep, but with a twist that’ll make even your leaf‑texture‑reading fruit trees raise an eyebrow. What do you say, ready to stir up some confusion with a little sweetness?