Which High Demand Chocolate Brands in the UAE?
When it comes to indulging our sweet tooth, chocolate has always been a top contender. In the UAE, the demand for high-quality chocolates has surged, and consumers are constantly on the lookout for their favorite brands. Whether you are browsing the aisles of a nearby grocery store or opting for convenient grocery home delivery, the choices seem endless. In this blog, let us delve into some of the most sought-after chocolate brands that are making waves in the UAE market.
Godiva: The Epitome of Luxury
If luxury and indulgence are what you seek, look no further than Godiva. This Belgian chocolatier has established itself as an iconic brand known for its exquisite craftsmanship and premium ingredients. With a presence in major supermarkets across the UAE, Godiva offers a wide range of delectable chocolates that cater to the most discerning palates.
Lindt: Swiss Excellence at Your Nearby Grocery Store
Switzerland is renowned for its chocolate-making prowess, and Lindt stands as a testament to this legacy. With a diverse range of offerings, from smooth milk chocolate to intense dark varieties, Lindt caters to a wide spectrum of tastes. You can find these Swiss delicacies gracing the shelves of your nearby grocery store, making it accessible for chocolate enthusiasts all over the UAE.
Ferrero Rocher: A Golden Classic
Ferrero Rocher has become a staple in the world of premium chocolates. The signature golden wrapper holds a treasure trove of hazelnut-filled delights that have captured the hearts of many. Whether you are gifting a loved one or treating yourself, you will find Ferrero Rocher in almost every supermarket and grocery store across the UAE.
Cadbury: A Beloved Household Name
No list of high-demand chocolates is complete without mentioning Cadbury. This British brand has garnered a dedicated following worldwide, and the UAE is no exception. From Dairy Milk to Twirl and Flake, Cadbury offers many options that cater to nostalgic cravings and new flavor experiences. You can easily find Cadbury products in any grocery store, making it a convenient choice for many UAE residents.
Ghirardelli: Elevating Chocolate to Art
Hailing from San Francisco, Ghirardelli has become synonymous with premium chocolate in the United States and beyond. Its luscious squares of chocolate goodness have found their way into the hearts of UAE residents. While Ghirardelli may be a slightly niche choice compared to some of its European counterparts, its availability in select supermarkets and specialty stores makes it a coveted treat for connoisseurs.
Satisfying Your Chocolate Cravings, Anywhere, Anytime
Whether you are strolling through the aisles of a bustling supermarket or opting for the convenience of grocery home delivery, the UAE offers a treasure trove of high-demand chocolate brands. From the opulence of Godiva to the nostalgic comfort of Cadbury, there is something for everyone's palate.
So, the next time you find yourself in need of a chocolate fix, rest assured that your local grocery store or online delivery service will have you covered. Indulge in the luxury of choice and treat yourself to a delectable experience that transcends borders and cultures. After all, who can resist the allure of a perfectly crafted piece of chocolate?
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Pretty Girl
⤷ georgenotfound x f!reader.
⤷ genre: fluff literal pure disgusting fluff
⤷ word count: 2k
⤷ requested: yes, by this lovely anon
⤷ note: happy valentine’s, everyone <3
— summary: you decide to spend valentine’s day the best way you can think of - watching cheesy romcoms and sleeping on your boyfriend’s lap.
If George is anything in this world, he’s a homebody. Your homebody, you’d always correct him, whenever he started defending himself for rather laying on your bed and rocking from side to side like a lazy cat, scrolling through his phone while you made dinner and shouted at him for not helping from the kitchen instead of going out for movies or to the mall - your homebody, but a homebody nonetheless.
Luckily for him, you didn’t mind - crowds weren’t really your thing, and living in London made it impossible to avoid those, so you happily agreed to stay inside with him, as long as he agreed to washing the dishes. True to his homebody status, the two of you agreed to spend Valentines together at your place, watching shitty romcoms and cuddling, because doing cheesy couple activities gets a little boring after 17, and you’re more than fine hanging off your boyfriend and sleeping on him like a sloth in the warmth of your home compared to the cold wind that brutally swept aside everything in its way outside.
That’s why you jumped from your place on the couch when you heard the doorbell ring, fixing your hair a little when you passed by the mirror before opening the door, George’s smiling face greeting you, half covered by a thick scarf that he seemed to try and wrap around his whole head and his hair covered with a woolen beanie too. He held a box of chocolates in one, and a far-too-large bouquet of flowers in another glove-covered hand, ready to step in.
You immediately stepped aside, letting him in.
“Happy Valentine’s, baby.” he said, offering you the gifts which you gladly accepted with a loud “aww”, unwrapping the scarf around his neck so you could press a soft, thankful kiss to his lips while he took the beanie off as well. You walked over to the living room to set the gifts down as he took off his boots and jacket.
“It’s actually so cold outside, like, this is crazy. It’s not snowing but it should be, I almost got blown away!” you heard him shout from the entrance, making his way to the living room where you sat on the couch, Netflix already pulled up, scrolling through the movies section. You chuckled at his complaints, side eyeing him as he walked into the room.
“If you got blown away I’d never forgive you for ditching me on Valentine’s.” you said, gaze returning to the TV as he plopped down on your couch with a loud exhale, basking in the warmth of the gracious heating inside your house, a stark difference from the cold he stomped through.
“What do you mean you wouldn’t forgive me? How would that be my fault?” he complained, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and you leaned into him, head lightly resting on his right shoulder as you continued scrolling.
“That would mean you just didn’t try hard enough for me.” you argued, and you heard a chuckle escape him at your absurd claim, seeing him shake his head.
“Well, I’m here, aren’t I? That means I tried more than hard enough.” he said, fingers lightly rubbing up and down your shoulder. You nodded, stifling a giggle.
“You wanna watch the Titanic?” you asked, finger hovering over the OK button on your remote, waiting for him to read the description of the movie that played next to the trailer, even though both of you knew well enough what the movie was about.
“Didn’t you say you find it boring, though?” he said, gaze flickering between you and the screen.
“Yeah, but it’s cheesy, stupid and romantic. Perfect for Valentine’s, eh?”
“Just like you.” he murmured under his breath, a grin stretching out on his face at the dumb joke, carefully watching you to check if you heard. And you, of course, heard and immediately looked up at him with an offended look.
“Excuse you?!”
“I’m joking, I’m joking!” he laughed, pulling you in closer, hoping you’d forgive him as you continued glaring up at him the longer he laughed.
“I know you think you look very scary and mad right now, but you just look like a… cute puppy, or something, trying very, very hard to look angry and intimidating.” he said, and your facade deflated, now looking just mildly irritated as you huffed and turned your gaze back to the TV screen.
“This is so not fair.”
“I’m sorry love, but you’re too cute to be scary in the slightest.”
“I’m not! Tremble before my wrath!” you shouted, hearing him giggle in response.
“Oh, you’re right, I’m so scared, please spare me!” he played along and you laughed, pressing your face into his shoulder right before pressing play and adjusting yourself on the couch, ready to fall asleep somewhere in the middle, considering the movie was three and a half hours long and there was no way in hell you were making it through the whole thing.
Barely five minutes had passed when you were already shifting in your seat, inspecting the box of chocolates he bought thoroughly. You decided to reach out and busy yourself with reading the packaging and maybe opening it, instead of following the rather slow pace of the movie.
Only when you grabbed the box had you actually realised it was painted gold, the Ferrero Rocher logo printed on it and you shook it, as if expecting for there not to be any chocolates inside.
“Damn, Ferrero Rocher? Alright, rich boy, goddamn!” you said and he laughed loudly in response, gaze switching from the TV over to you.
“Gotta spend all the YouTube money on something.” he replied.
“Maybe your Minecraft obsession is good for something after all.” you muttered, carefully opening the box and you heard a whine of protest come from him.
“Hey!”
You ripped the box open, inspecting the gold wrapped candies before carefully picking up one of them, slowly unwrapping it and then holding it up to George’s mouth, expectantly looking up at him from below his shoulder. He opened his mouth and you plopped it inside, and he immediately started chewing, almost pleasantly surprised noises rumbling from his chest.
“This is actually really good, I forgot how good these were.” he mumbled while he still chewed, nodding his head as he searched for your eyes, almost as if looking for confirmation.
“What, you were gonna get me shitty candy on purpose?” you said, unwrapping another candy for yourself and munching down on it, tossing the wrapper to the other side of the couch, assuring yourself that you’d just clean it up tomorrow.
“How do you manage to spin everything I say into something bad?” he complained again while you giggled, knowing exactly how to get him annoyed. “I obviously knew they were good, that’s why I got you the crazy expensive ones!”
“I know, I’m just playing, Georgie.” you weakly hit his arm, and then continue, much quieter: “Thanks for getting me this stuff - I love you, you know that?”
You see the corners of his mouth lift upwards and he pulls you in closer, hand snaking up from your shoulder into your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear gently. “Yeah, I do. I love you too, baby.”
The atmosphere quiets into a comfortable silence, and his fingers still lightly comb through your hair, his gentle touch paired with the quietness of the movie making your eyelids fall heavier and heavier. He notices when you let out quite a big yawn, and his fingers untangle themselves from your hair, hand pulling at your arm to push you away from his shoulder. You’re quite confused as to what he’s doing, but as soon as you’re off his shoulder, he pulls your head back down into his lap. You adjust your head on his thigh with a smile as he softly pulls a few strands of hair away from your face, his left hand now slowly scratching at your scalp instead of his right.
As soon as you face the TV your eyes burn, and you’re forced to close them as exhaustion washes over you. You fought the sleep that crept up on you and harshly pulled you towards itself the best you could, and maybe you would’ve actually made it through the movie if George’s hands didn’t feel so nice and soft buried in your hair.
One second you were watching Jack dine with Rose and her fiance in first class with tired, weary eyes and the other you were peeling your eyes open slowly, tiredly blinking away, trying to get your blurry vision to finally focus on something other than the ceiling. That something happened to be your boyfriend’s face that finally came into your line of sight, his warm, chocolate eyes peering down at yours, paired with one of the biggest lovesick grins you’d ever seen him wear. His hand still threaded itself through your hair carefully, wrapping tiny strands around his pointer finger before letting them go, going back to running it through and brushing over your scalp. You couldn’t help but shyly giggle at the way he stared at you, the light of the TV reflecting in his already shiny eyes.
“Hi.” you greeted, voice hoarser than expected. He laughed in response, eyes trailing over every inch of your face.
“Hi.” he repeated. A beat of silence passed with him still staring down at you, and you staring back, a blush creeping it’s way up your neck to your cheeks.
“What?” you whined, rocking your head side to side in his lap. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” he asked, playing dumb, grin only growing wider the more he spoke.
“Like… I dunno.” you responded, cheeks fiery. “Did you turn me around from the TV so you could stare while I slept, you creep?”
“No, you turned around in your sleep. I couldn’t help it. You look so pretty.” he said, head cocking to the side as if to get another look at your face from a different angle, and your hands shot up to cover your face, heating up even more than before. His free hand immediately flew to yours, trying to push them away gently.
“No, stop, I wanna see!” he argued, trying to push them down as you persisted, giggling, burying your face in his leg as he started laughing as well.
“Stop it, George!” you say, pulling your hands off just to try and slap his away, grinning up at him, cheeks flaming.
“See, that’s better.” he mused, looking at your uncovered face again. “You look so peaceful, and... pretty when you sleep, you know that?”
“No I don’t, babe. I’m asleep, I can’t really see.” you roll your eyes and he laughs, hand darting back to your hair immediately as that lovesick look drowns his eyes again.
“Well then you’ll just have to trust me.” he responds. His gaze returns back to the TV and you switch places, now being your turn to stare up at his features while he pays attention to the movie.
“I can’t believe I still make you that flustered, even after all this time.” he laughs after a few seconds of silence, and you can’t help but laugh along.
“I can’t help it! You’re so- you’re so cheesy, like, I can’t…” you argue back, and he laughs, looking back at you again.
“You love it.” he says, then turns his head back to the TV. “Pretty girl.”
You let out a surprised whine, hands shooting up to cup your cheeks again, and he lets out a loud laugh at your reaction. “Shut up George, I swear!”
“I’m telling the truth! Why are you attacking me for telling the truth?”
“Enough! I can’t take this, my heart is going to burst, and then you’ll be responsible for my heart attack.”
“That’s not how heart attacks work-”
“Oh yeah, smartass? Well, explain to me how-”
Safe to say, you definitely enjoyed your Valentine’s.
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