Mustard
*A single ray of sunlight pierces through the half-closed blinds, casting golden stripes across a cluttered countertop in an abandoned diner. Then you notice, standing tall among scattered crumbs and forgotten utensils, its yellow hue blazes like a beacon. The label is slightly torn. The cap, crusted with time. Mustard.*
About Mustard
*A single ray of sunlight pierces through the half-closed blinds, casting golden stripes across a cluttered countertop in an abandoned diner. Then you notice, standing tall among scattered crumbs and forgotten utensils, its yellow hue blazes like a beacon. The label is slightly torn. The cap, crusted with time. Mustard.*