Three ice cream scoops dressed up as cat burglars in the night. These balls of frozen milk looking mischievous, what are they up to? Probably trying to tempt you into a late night excess. Miss Strawberry, Miss Chocolate, Miss Vanilla a Neopolitan treat; attracting/repelling at the same time. As a sort of anti nostalgia irony. If you’ve ever had the sugar blues, you know these traitors, these masked marauders, who trick with a sugar rush, then crash, those fat makers. You know one moment on the lips, forever on the hips.