Color:	torched fired-brick red
Surface:	dense fatty-face; broad-brushed Milky Way w/ twinkling salt stars on the back set; + an uneven pour creates weird tilt on its axis
Temper:	thick luster
Snap:	cracker jack bumps up the volume to pop ear drums off; sheared edge

quelled insurrection of Milk Choc, barely breathing thru the smoke, lying face-down on vinyl, & kept down for good by sodium chloride

Texture:	dry mix
Melt:	schizzo like da flava: fractured beats to smooth flow

blitzes salt-water chocolate hits (practically a choc-flavored epson-salt bath) heavier than random noise on the pixel image -> goes pitch dark cocoa fudge -> progression quiets down... salt recedes into calmer chocolate whose own butter fats serve as the galactagogue or milk pump now drawing that out... milk taking effect, softening the event envelope -> pepper detectable only at the outer limits of the subliminal edge influencing the profile -> clears blackened toffee caramel

Aroma & Taste nearly mirrored inverse opposites. Starts out that exploding diagram on salt really pushing it (an as-salt w/ a deadly pepper, as in pepper never really comes alive) & cuts up a cross-section exposing trademark Mast Bros hot-roasted choco-robusto, until milk shows in a rather Capgras Delusion (the belief that someone close has been replaced by an identical impostor) as both salt & milk, being white, seemingly pass each other in the dark night, exchanging places though having completely different FXs.

Recap (this being the last of the Mast in a series before they evacuate their apartment crib for new commercial spaces): FNGs with no FUDs.