🍬 About The Sour Swede

Hi, I'm Chris. And I have a problem.

I'm completely obsessed with Swedish candy. Not in a casual "oh that's nice" way—in a "I've tried every Bubs flavor and have strong opinions about foam density" way.

It started innocently enough. A friend came back from Stockholm with a pink bag of something called "Dödskalle" (literally "death skull"—the Swedes don't mess around). One bite of that sour, foamy, intensely flavored masterpiece and I realized: American candy has been lying to us.

Corn syrup. Fake flavors. That weird waxy coating. We've been settling for candy that tastes like the idea of fruit instead of, you know, actual fruit.

So I did what any reasonable person would do: I became insufferable about it.

I started importing Swedish candy for myself. Then for friends. Then for friends of friends who saw it on TikTok and couldn't find the real deal anywhere. Turns out, a lot of you are just as tired of gas station candy as I am.

The Sour Swede exists for one reason: to put authentic Swedish candy in the hands of people who actually give a damn about what they eat. No corn syrup. No fake flavors. No boring, one-note sweetness that makes your teeth hurt.

Just real sugar, real flavors, and that signature foam texture that'll make you wonder why American candy companies have been holding out on us this whole time.

Every order gets packed in those iconic pink bags (because if you know, you know), and I personally taste-test everything before it goes on the site. If it doesn't make me smile, it doesn't make the cut.

Welcome to the foam side. Your taste buds will thank you.

— Chris
Founder, Foam Fanatic & Professional Candy Snob

P.S. If you're still eating Skittles, we need to talk.