Pulp is the epitome of ripe fruit, bottled. Imagine that you have just bitten into the juiciest, ripest plum, felt the snap of a crisp apple in your teeth, indulged in a handful of berries ready to explode, all fresh from the fields and orchards, the kiss of the sun still on them. Now put it all in your mouth at the same time and you have the cacophony of fruit that is Pulp. This is grown-up fruit: no sugar-coating, no syrup, just a tiny hint of sweetness to bring out the nuances.
With a whiff of blossom and a touch of bark, you can sense an olfactory arc of how the fruit begins, grows, and ripens. Pulp will make you smile and feel a bit giddy, because there is nothing else quite like it.