Perfect candidate for the oral vajority, ya know, that grrrllll power group in the ‘80s that voted for the Madonna/Whore complex, fronted by a pop chanteuse prancing around like a virgin, & whether hetero or LGBT, you’re getting raped & getting straight in the same stroke as the aroma grabs, then the taste caresses.
In shooting-star fashion, its spangled tail twinkles & tingles so fast in passing, it’s virtually a memory before it even happens. Indelible impressions left nonetheless... watermarks on celluloid chocolate: “yeah, I’m it... I’m here... I can be sweet, but I’m no candy-ass.”
Appearance 3.6 / 5
|Color:||orange dye cast in frosted brown|
|Temper:||just enough to give it gloss|
|Snap:||tinny; particle edge|
Aroma 9.1 / 10
cunningly provocative throwdown ala martial artist using an opponent’s force against him: inhales toasted almond-cream, breathes out garrigue herbs & flowers & fruits to pin you on a sandalwood stone-top counter
Mouthfeel 13.2 / 15
|Texture:||so silken to be imperceptible|
Flavor 47 / 50
ylang-ylang flowers sweetened on birch -> raisin / vanilla -> lightest concentration of pineapple / tangerine extract sparkles up acid to a calming lavender-infused blackcurrant joined by mint -> tails away on gin splash; clears out almond cream in the aft-burner
Quality 18.7 / 20
Sublime balance.... deploying an atomic clock & digital thermometer calibrated to a hundred-thousandth degree for the exact level of exquisite precision. The classic standard for this origin.