Forge started from a gap I kept running into as a shopper: I wanted a high-protein chip in a flavor I would actually reach for, and the aisle kept offering me neither.
The protein-chip aisle is not quiet. Quest, Wilde and everyone beside them lead with heavy type, saturated color and a protein number set large enough to read from the next aisle over. The category is already shouting.
What it shouts is the same thing. Color is coded to flavor the way it is in the regular chip aisle — orange means nacho, green means ranch, red means barbecue — and the flavor names are borrowed from there too. The result is a shelf that is loud and nearly interchangeable, where the only real variable is which number is biggest.
Forge does not compete on volume, because volume is table stakes. It competes on material. A bag that looks forged and charred reads as a different kind of object next to flavor-coded brights, and committing to a single heat idea rather than a flavor wheel is what makes that legible.