March 2014 - Cloud Nine's Golden Ticket Newsletter April 30 2014

Port Eliot Festival: how to get in free! Mallow'd-up celebs. Ideal wedding favours. Appeal for Dad. Don't forget Mum!
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Win a pair of weekend tickets to the fantabulous 
Port Eliot Festival
July 24th-28th
This most beloved celebration of words, music, fashion, flowers and food is an outdoors version of Roald Dahl's Chocolate Factory - a usually concealed Shangri-La with unexpected marvels down every path. So here on Cloud Nine we've dreamt up a modern Golden Ticket. In one of the packets or jars of marshmallows purchased here, you will find a glistening ticket. That Golden ticket, worth £345, will open the gates for two of you to all four days and nights of stimulation and revelry in an unforgettable setting. The draw lasts a month, or until the Golden Ticket is found.

Don't forget to tick the Golden Ticket box at checkout and Good Luck!

“One of Britain’s most idyllic festivals, Port Eliot feels like a madcap garden party unfurling across the grounds of an ancient stately home. It’s fantastical, fashionable, and more than a little special.” – Elle 

Terms and conditions here    

We may be on Cloud Nine, but we are not above a touch of shameless propaganda, and have been frivolously gathering celebrity endorsements for your entertainment. Daisy (above) and Pearl Lowe; Rhys Ifans; Gavin Turk (below); Pam Hogg, Jasmine Guinness, Suggs - they are all here. Free Cloud Nines if you can add to the In Cloud gallery!

Mother's Day Poem
and an appeal for my father

Mother's Day is on March 30th. What better present than a luxurious packet of our sumptuous, feather-lightmarshmallows through the post? Along with a lie-in of course. 
My father wrote the tender lines below, about my grandmother.
 His latest collection of poems is out today.

Dinner with my Mother

My mother is saying 'Now'.

'Now,' she says, taking down a saucepan,

putting it on the stove.

She doesn't say anything else for a while,

so that time passes slowly, on the simmer,

until it is 'Now' again
as she hammers out our steaks
for Steak Diane.
I have to be on hand at times like this
for table-laying
drink replenishment
and general conversational encouragement,
but I am getting hungry
and there is nowhere to sit down.
'Now,' I say, making a point
of opening a bottle of wine.
My mother isn't listening. 
She's miles away,
testing the sauce with a spoon,
narrowing her eyes through the steam.
'Now,' she says very slowly, meaning
which is it to be,
the rosemary or the tarragon vinegar
for the salad dressing?
I hold my breath, lest anything
should go wrong at the last minute.
But now it is really 'Now',
our time to sit and eat.

Hugo Williams

On another note, my own mother and I have started a Facebook search here for an angelic kidney donor, as Dad, now on dialysis for three years, is in urgent need of one, before he is too ill for a transplant. Please join and spread the word.

High Days
and Holidays

America's latest export is the 'Favour', essentially a goody bag for grown-ups and now a sine qua non at weddings, parties and other special events over here. You can order Cloud Nine favours with ribbons in 25 colours here (we'll be packaging them in clear cubes soon), where you might also find inspiration in the shots of some of our previous event bookings. 
We love nothing better than a challenge and welcome any weird and wonderful requests: leaf-shaped marshmallows, marshmallows adorned with edible gold, Lychee-liqueur flavoured marshmallows, why not? The sky is the limit.
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