Weekly classes
After school and Saturday mornings, in six-week blocks.
A working sugar bench in Stoneybatter where children boil, pull, mould and take home everything they make.
There is no demonstration table here. Each child has their own place at the bench, their own thermometer, their own tray, and by the end of two hours they have made something they can name and explain to somebody else.
Sugar work is the reason this workshop exists. It is chemistry that happens at speed, it smells extraordinary, and a nine-year-old who has watched sugar go from clear to amber in forty seconds does not forget what heat does to it.
How the workshop runs
After school and Saturday mornings, in six-week blocks.
Two hours, your own room, everyone goes home with what they made.
Three and five-day camps at midterm, Easter and summer.
One adult and one child working at the same bench, no experience needed.
Every class ends with a box. Nothing made here stays here.
Boiling sugar to hard crack, pulling it while it is warm, and shaping lollipops on sticks.
What happens in this class
The one everybody wants to understand: how the letters get in, and why they run all the way through.
What happens in this class
Gelatine, pectin and setting times, with moulds the children fill themselves.
What happens in this class
Bicarbonate foaming, tempering by hand, and dipping what comes out of it.
What happens in this class
One adult and one child at the same bench for two hours. Our most booked session.
What happens in this class
Pulled sugar ribbons, blown sugar spheres and the beginnings of showpiece work.
What happens in this class
Boiling sugar reaches 150 °C and we are not casual about it. Staff pour anything above 140 °C; children take over once it is on the slab, in gloves, at a temperature that will not burn.
Your own room, your own staff, and a box of sweets in every hand on the way out.

Camps run 10am to 2pm and build across the week rather than repeating: hard sweets on day one, gummies on day two, chocolate and honeycomb on day three, and a showpiece on the last afternoon that goes home in a box big enough to need two hands.