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Zest started at a picnic, with a cooler of the usual and nobody wanting the usual. We wanted a drink that tasted like the afternoon felt: bright, a little fizzy, and easy to say yes to. So we made one. Real fruit juice, a handful of botanicals we could pronounce, and no sugar we had to apologise for.
Four sodas and five gummies later, the rule is still the same. If it does not make a Tuesday feel like a Saturday, it does not get a can.
Everything is blended and canned in one place, by people who drink a lot of it.
