Impact
Intimidating nut butter man-dwich. Aggressive stack flexing size & power of brute force with just enough inner-female – thanks to the bean strain - to be ever-so-slightly sensitive. Not for the faint-hearted, & somewhat 1-dimensional - but what an irrefutable dimension: Canibalia.
One bite of this & playing Dead Space video games feels relaxing.
One bite of this & playing Dead Space video games feels relaxing.
Appearance 5 / 5
| Color: | jet brown |
| Surface: | another super model but this w/ a blemish or 2 exposing a couple pores (“oh, there goes my career”) |
| Temper: | flat |
| Snap: | firm & quiet |
Aroma 9 / 10
aromatically gifted... shimmering Arriba spice cabinet: subdued Cs (cinnamon, cloves, cardamom) + prominent licorice; soft woodwinds; geranium flowers; walnut
Mouthfeel 13.1 / 15
| Texture: | thick, lush fudge |
| Melt: | molten slow & heavy |
Flavor 44.2 / 50
hooks on whole wheat -> hard walnut brigade creates havoc -> sweet pistachio feels conscripted -> raging black olive bolts upright & rips right down Broadway to the core, knocking eyeballs out carrying momentum for the long & strong length to the bitter end
Quality 18.8 / 20
Cut-diesel smash-mouth: big, massive, & defined. By Coppeneur standards a merciful roast (though scorching nonetheless - a necessary evil at such an uncompromsing & punishing pecentage). Its best handling of Nacional yet.