Meghan Markle’s latest gig? Jam. Yep, the Duchess-turned-influencer has jumped from acting, royalty, and podcasting into the sticky world of preserves with her American Riviera Orchard Raspberry Jam.

 Picture this: hand-stirred under moonlight, kissed by hummingbirds, and served up with a side of Instagram perfection. Sounds dreamy, right? But peel back those pretty filters, and you’ve got what smells like a full-on scam jam controversy. Let’s dig into the mess—because with Meghan, it’s never just about the fruit.

First off, the story’s all over the place. One second, Meghan’s in a video, playing pioneer princess, delicately stirring fruit in a giant kitchen like she’s auditioning for a Pinterest ad. The next? We’re watching conveyor belts spit out jars faster than Prince Harry can fumble a Netflix contract. 

So, what’s the deal, Meg? Is this your heartfelt, handcrafted gift to humanity or just factory-churned slop with a fancy “Duchess” sticker? The mixed signals are louder than a royal fanfare.

Of course, no Meghan launch skips the celebrity freebie train. The PR machine roared to life, shipping jam-packed gift boxes to the likes of the Kardashians, Nacho Figueras, and that one friend we all pretend to remember—uh, what’s her name again?

 Even Meghan’s mom, Doria, got roped in, tasting a banana dessert with the enthusiasm of someone chewing cardboard. Her face screamed, “Can I leave now?” When your own mother can’t fake it, maybe it’s time to rethink the hustle.

Here’s where it gets juicy—or should I say, jammy? The original drop was strawberry jam—classic, crowd-pleasing, “best ever” vibes. Then, poof, it’s raspberry. No heads-up, no explanation—just a new berry and a fresh narrative. 

Did raspberries go on clearance? Did they poll better with focus groups? Meghan’s lips are sealed tighter than a jam jar lid. Speaking of numbers, good luck getting any. Her team’s dodging specifics like pros, tossing out vague flexes like “sold out in Australia” or “top jam in Japan.” Cool story—but how many jars? Ten? A hundred? Three to your hairdresser? You can’t claim global domination without receipts.

Instead, they’re promising “digital analytics” to reveal who’s buying and where. Can’t wait for that thrilling slideshow—it’ll probably be as legit as the “homemade” label. 

And about that label: where’s the fruit from? Is it organic? Where’s it even made? All we’ve got are mystery factories, NDA-gagged workers, and a jar that says “elevated” more than it says “ingredients.” Oh, and it’s smaller than your average jam but costs double. That’s not a preserve—it’s a *Duchess tax*.

The packaging? Pure Meghan flair—oversized boxes, wasteful wrapping, and enough ribbons to deck out a wedding. It’s Instagram bait for influencers and their followers, where looks trump substance every time. 

Want to drop $14 on a tiny jar of dubious mush hyped by celebs who don’t touch carbs? Meghan’s your girl. For the rest of us, *scam jam* sums it up: no real stats, no transparency, and zero homemade vibes—just palace-grade PR stuffed into a mason jar. Another day, another Meghan mystery.

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