Juice pouch
Juice pouch
Juice pouch
With straw already in the pouch it is convenient way to enjoy any kind of beverage from Juice pouch. Just rip off the upper part and have a drink on the go.
Juice pouches can be done as customised shape while front and back panels that are ideal for eye-popping graphics to promote your brand. Bottom gusset helps to stand vertically and neatly on a retail shelf.
Juice pouches are made from multiple barrier layers that protect your product from moisture, vapor, odor, light, UV rays, and other external factors.
Used for food packing:
- Juice
- Lemonade
- Water
- Other beverages
Our pre-made pouches are made according to customers size and material and finished with HD flexographic printing.
For ordering or for any questions please contact our sales manager:
-
Tanel Tammjärv
- Sales manager
- +372 5346 6911
- tanel@navipak.com
Or use our contact form
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I loved my big sister and all, but she really was a shit head. We fought like cats and dogs, even now, with both of us well over the age of eighteen.
Payton was nearly thirty two, and I’d just turned twenty five. And I still couldn’t count the number of times we got into a hitting match each week.
Something that annoyed our parents and Max, Payton’s husband, to no end.
Then again, we found it amusing that they didn’t like it, which was probably why we did it so often.