The Cadbury Mini Eggs are pure deliciousness. Can I say deliciousness? Lol. I just did. Very creamy and excellent taste. My new favorite for now. To bad these are not made year round. I would definitely purchase them year round. Thanks Cadbury.

We love these. I traveled over 50 miles to get more bags because they were out in my area. They need to make more available and they need to make it where you can have them shipped. Also can’t get enough of these love them.

Cadbury mini eggs are the best. Definitely one of the top favorites in our household. We buy 3-5 bags per season from Sam’s Club.

These have become an Easter staple for our family baskets and hunts. We need the big Sam's bags and price.

Dangerously addictive.

Absolute favorite candy of all time! The vanilla smell is positively addictive. The chocolate is the best milk chocolate created for mainstream!!! Obviously there are good artisan chocolates, but I get so excited for these each year! I buy 2-3 bags to last me until next Easter! Yum!!!

These came in great condition. Of course there were some cracked ones but the shell was still on them. The bag is big (even though I could totally eat an even bigger bag lolol) but definitely worth the price. If you're looking for the right one to buy this is absolutely it!

The product is as pictured the problem is in the shipping. The bag comes in a large box without protective packaging so they bounce around and the candy coating breaks.

Bought 2 bags, when bags were opened, the candy coating had partially broken off of 80% of the eggs and most eggs were in pieces or broken into halves. Will not purchase these from here again!!

Do NOT buy these demonic little sugar-coated crack rocks. I thought I could handle “just one handful” for nostalgia's sake. Two days later, the bag was gone, my dignity was in shreds, and my wife walked in to find me curled up on the couch like a defeated raccoon, chocolate smeared on my face, muttering “they're so crunchy… so creamy… why won't they stop being perfect?” These things are engineered by chocolate warlocks: that crisp shell snaps like a tiny betrayal, then the smooth milk chocolate floods in and suddenly you're 47 eggs deep wondering where your self-control went. It's not candy; it's a gateway to poor life choices and emergency dentist visits. My wife is appalled. She's calling it “the Easter incident” and hiding the next bag like it's state secrets. She's right to be horrified—I now dream in pastel colors and wake up craving more. Buyer beware: If you value your marriage, your waistline, or your ability to stop at “a few,” walk away. These aren't eggs. They're tiny edible grenades of addiction. (But dang, they're good. Send help… or more Mini Eggs.)