The Savannah Collection:

 

The Cinnamon Heiress

She arrived by steamboat with a trunk full of secrets and a fondness for caramel. Cinnamon followed her like perfume. The rest of the story is best told over dessert.

Some fortunes are inherited. Others are baked.

Legend has it she arrived in Savannah with impeccable manners, a velvet traveling case, and just enough mystery to keep the town talking. Cinnamon lingered in her wake. Caramel followed close behind. By evening, every drawing room from Jones Street to the river was whispering her name.

Our Cinnamon Heiress begins with a rich cinnamon-spiced cookie folded with caramel and miniature chocolate chips. At its center waits a hidden treasure of silky dulce de leche. After baking, each cookie is crowned with a buttery caramel glaze and a scattering of flaky sea salt—a finishing touch both refined and delightfully indulgent.

Warm, elegant, and just a little scandalous, this is the sort of dessert that turns a simple afternoon into a story worth retelling.

"Not every Savannah secret belongs to a ghost."

 

Bourbon Maple Pecan

Savannah. July. The kind of heat that makes a man question every life decision that led him to linen.

You wander into a little bakery near the coast. Ceiling fan wobbling overhead like it’s survived three divorces and a hurricane. Then you see it.

The Bourbon Maple Pecan.

Not perched delicately behind glass like some Parisian macaron with emotional problems. No. This thing arrives with the confidence of a riverboat gambler. Thick. Decadent. Perfumed with maple and toasted pecans. A whisper of bourbon lingering in the air like an old jazz record playing somewhere upstairs.

You take a bite.

Suddenly, you’re transported to a leather chair in a mountain lodge you do not own… wearing boots you did not pay for… discussing land rights with a man named Beau.

Brown sugar. Butter. Toasted pecans crackling like fireplace embers. Then comes the maple glaze — smooth as Southern persuasion — followed by that subtle bourbon finish that says, “Relax. Nobody’s driving the yacht tonight.”

A lesser cookie asks to be eaten.

This one tells a story.

And for one brief moment, standing there in Savannah with crumbs on your shirt and dignity abandoned entirely… life feels impossibly rich.

 

Midnight in Savannah

It always begins the same way.

A humid Savannah evening. Spanish moss swaying like old secrets. A distant church bell marking an hour that sensible people have long since surrendered to sleep.

And then, a cookie.

Not just any cookie, mind you.

A cocoa butter creation inspired by the strange enchantment of Savannah's most infamous tale, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. Rich, dark, and impossibly decadent, it conceals a secret at its center—a dark chocolate truffle or a white chocolate truffle.

Which one?

No one knows.

Not you. Not us. Once they're rolled and baked, their identities disappear into the mystery. What waits inside is a private arrangement between you and the universe.

Finished with a white chocolate ghost and a dusting of edible glitter that catches the moonlight just so, this is less a dessert and more an after-hours experience.

The sort of thing one might enjoy while wandering Savannah's quiet squares, where every iron gate seems to guard a story and every shadow feels slightly alive.

Just one word of caution.

Should you decide to eat it while strolling through Bonaventure Cemetery after dark... and happen to hear footsteps behind you...

Keep walking.

Savannah has always enjoyed a good mystery.

Bonaventure After Dark

Moon River Mocha

There are cookies for the afternoon.

This is not one of them.

Moon River Mocha belongs to Savannah after dark, when the tourists have drifted back to their hotels, the riverboats glow against the black water, and the city remembers who she was before anyone thought to tidy her up.

A rich chocolate espresso cookie, dark as midnight on the river, studded with 60% Ghirardelli chocolate and chopped espresso chocolate that crackles softly beneath each bite.

Then comes the mocha glaze.

Handmade. Silky. Unapologetically luxurious.

And finally, a square of espresso chocolate perched on top like a handwritten invitation.

The kind that tempts you to linger a little longer. The kind that turns an ordinary evening into a story worth telling.

It's bold. Bittersweet. Sophisticated.

Like smoking in the dark while jazz drifts from an open doorway somewhere down the block.

The moon hangs low over Savannah.

The river keeps its secrets.

And for a brief moment, so do you.

Front Porch Banana Pudding

Before Savannah became a destination, there were front porches.

Places where conversation lingered, rocking chairs creaked, and banana pudding quietly stole the show.

Our Front Porch Banana Pudding cookie is a tribute to that Southern tradition—rich banana dough folded with white chocolate and broken vanilla wafers, topped with a house-made vanilla glaze that melts across the palate like homemade ice cream on a warm Georgia afternoon.

Finished with crumbled Vanilla wafers, it's comfort dressed in its Sunday best.

The kind of dessert that makes you slow down, settle in, and stay a little longer on the porch.

Peach on Broughton

Some desserts belong in Georgia.

This one practically carries a passport.

A brown sugar cookie layered with caramelized pecans, white chocolate, and sun-sweet peaches, it captures the flavors that have defined Southern tables for generations. At its center waits a peach schnapps filling, finished with a delicate peach schnapps glaze that glistens like Savannah sunshine on old brick streets.

It's peaches and pecans—the unofficial language of Georgia—with just a whisper of mischief.

A nod to Savannah's long-standing tradition of wandering historic squares with a cocktail in hand and nowhere particular to be.

Sweet. Sophisticated. Unhurried.

The sort of treat best enjoyed while strolling down Broughton Street, admiring the architecture, and wondering whether one more stop is really such a bad idea.

In Savannah, it rarely is.

Magnolia Lemon Pistachio

Every Southerner knows there are two ways to make a first impression.

You can arrive with a proper introduction.

Or you can arrive with lemon.

The second is usually faster.

Long before visitors discover Savannah's hidden squares and moss-draped avenues, they're handed a glass of lemonade, a sweet tea kissed with lemon, or a slice of something bright and citrusy from a grandmother's kitchen.

It's how the South says, you're welcome here.

Our Magnolia Lemon Pistachio cookie continues the tradition. A lustrous lemon cookie folded with white chocolate and roasted pistachios, then finished with a silky lemon honey glaze crafted from whipped lemon honey from Savannah Bee Company.

Bright yet elegant. Sweet yet sophisticated.

Like the magnolia blossom itself, it possesses a quiet charm that wins people over before they quite realize what's happened.

And if it's true that Southerners are naturally suspicious of outsiders, it's equally true that a shared affection for lemon desserts has been known to settle the matter almost immediately.

Forsyth Park Chocolate Chip

Some places become famous because they're beautiful.

Forsyth Park becomes unforgettable because beauty is only the beginning.

The towering oaks. The canopy of Spanish moss. The iconic fountain. The long, elegant promenade stretching toward the horizon as though Savannah itself is inviting you to slow down and stay awhile.

It feels less like a city park and more like a scene from a timeless film.

Our Forsyth Park Chocolate Chip cookie was created with that same spirit.

Rich, buttery, and generously studded with chocolate, it's a classic elevated to something extraordinary—familiar enough to feel like home, yet memorable enough to become part of the journey.

Best enjoyed while wandering beneath the oaks, lingering by the fountain, or strolling the length of Savannah's most beloved green space.

Some experiences deserve to be savored.

Forsyth Park has always understood that.