Impact
Stricly based on appearances, this could be a zombie just off some kind of hooch-cocktail bender doing a tumblesault in from a Haitian voodoo ceremony right across the border from D.R.
But the disorganized crime syndicate – ya know, the underground that supplies humans with things they truly want - re-animate this spectral with so much sugar it’s twice as vice.
But the disorganized crime syndicate – ya know, the underground that supplies humans with things they truly want - re-animate this spectral with so much sugar it’s twice as vice.
Appearance 5 / 5
commands attention: so imposing it comes sheathed in a plastic pouch / envelope
commands attention: so imposing it comes sheathed in a plastic pouch / envelope
| Color: | dried Earth |
| Surface: | phenomenally blunt-fat rolled as a tobacco tube |
| Temper: | dust |
| Snap: | seismic crunch based more on size than sound |
Aroma 8.6 / 10
nares + eyeballs face-to-face on this one: cocoa dust factory, pure flake really, near wood barks, several green elements (from fruits to veggies & herbs), their volatiles just drifting around w/ major hang-time before falling into substrata Earth teeming w/ portobello... all bonded together by wet polymers
Mouthfeel 12.9 / 15
| Texture: | choco-snowflakes |
| Melt: | instant on contact |
Flavor 43.4 / 50
choc cake rapidly darkens to brownie patches in a green grocers market (avocado, picholine, dried grass [straw hay]) -> flashes by several fruit stands (mangoes, passion fruit, granadillo, & gentle spritz of green currant), then a sugar mound pours it on, juicing away over those neo-tropical fruits -> 2nd wind, light-cocoa stages a comeback before deluged, again, this time by juice concentrate, incl a little V-8 green tomato -> zings out on a pineapple stem + a welcome surprise: some bitter cocoa phenol rolled in tobacco leaf, the quintessential tobaccocoa spiked w/ ginger-mace > spice cake the aftermath
Quality 16.8 / 20
Raw in nature if not in processing. A mixer; no temper, no conche, pre-refiner churning. Just in & out of the Melanguer, the simplest approach possible, placing this stylistically with Felchlin’s Centenario Crudo or Taza (on a good day). Makes a better introduction & leaves a greater impression than either of those.
True, shuge blazes too sweet, losing tannins in its wake, though to this bar’s credit & maker’s mark, they never entirely vanquish, & even rally at the very end... a testament to both this cacáo’s spectral endurance & unreal stamina to withstand so much sugar-caning & Soma branding its signature by, again, low-impact processing. Those large sugar crystals -- the size of window panes -- form a prism for flavor that's so polychromatic it feels of a natural blend, which on some levels it is, from divers origins, except for its unified purpose: to break thru that screen of sugar which then amalgamates this bar’s panoramic profile, charming gold threads out of moonbeams, giving it staggering range.
Probably sourced from the Conacado co-op. And Soma writes ‘organic’ all over it, well beyond pesticide-free... ‘authentico’.
ING: cacáo, sugar
Reviewed Spring 2010
True, shuge blazes too sweet, losing tannins in its wake, though to this bar’s credit & maker’s mark, they never entirely vanquish, & even rally at the very end... a testament to both this cacáo’s spectral endurance & unreal stamina to withstand so much sugar-caning & Soma branding its signature by, again, low-impact processing. Those large sugar crystals -- the size of window panes -- form a prism for flavor that's so polychromatic it feels of a natural blend, which on some levels it is, from divers origins, except for its unified purpose: to break thru that screen of sugar which then amalgamates this bar’s panoramic profile, charming gold threads out of moonbeams, giving it staggering range.
Probably sourced from the Conacado co-op. And Soma writes ‘organic’ all over it, well beyond pesticide-free... ‘authentico’.
ING: cacáo, sugar
Reviewed Spring 2010