You know the round. Front nine, you're locked in — good contact, good decisions, plenty of energy. Then you make the turn, and it happens: you're hungry, your legs are heavy, and your focus starts to slip.
The options at that point are never good. A hot dog at the halfway house. A "protein" bar that's really just candy with a marketing budget, or one so chalky and full of sugar alcohols it's not worth the calories. Neither one keeps you sharp for the back nine — they just trade one problem for another.
So we built the bar we actually wanted in our own bag: real ingredients, 15 grams of protein to actually hold you, and adaptogens to keep you clear-headed instead of sluggish. Something that tastes good enough to look forward to at the turn, and does its job well enough that hole 18 feels like hole 1.