Heating fuel is volatile: it can power up or explode the mouth. This does the better, ala a baby Mayan Ek Chuah in a Frank Gehri-like assemblage.
Appearance 3.8 / 5
|Color:||deep, rich forest-brown|
|Surface:||welts, craters, scars burbling up as expected from the additives|
Aroma 9 / 10
flower tops (peach cream blossom), underbrush, & leather; herbal on the rubdown
Mouthfeel 13.4 / 15
|Texture:||coarse & nappy|
|Melt:||very situational between creamy smooth & relatively pre-digested nibs|
Flavor 45.1 / 50
chocolate / coconut storm -> backlit reds (fruit) -> raisin rides in w/ pepper rising... long not too strong, just a small blood-curdling alarm -> charred café -> bitter hazelnut the end result
Quality 18 / 20
These guys really enjoy their roasts. Nibs considerably darken Ocumare’s light fruit traps while chili brings a psychological scorching. Deft proportion control, every element high up on the dials without blaring.