Color:	buffalo brown w/ deep red tint
Surface:	smooth facial / huge eddying pools out back
Temper:	buffed
Snap:	crisp but coarse

man-material: tough leather hide, acrid hay, & mamey sapote

Texture:	thick pudding; some stick & astringent grip, even pieces of grit & floating flecks (evidence of short conche)
Melt:	swollen & slow

dry cocoa powder magnetizes coconut shells & hazelnuts like so many filings -> balanced out by mamey sapote, the backdrop for remainder of length -> smoothes over nut butter -> low rising bitter w/ lurking fear of apex predator in a Venezuelan oil death slick but just the opposite occurs -> a meditation on pasta... boils up to fire off a blaze of surprises: strawberries... honey... sweet macadamias -> simmers back & plows down to earth a dirt hound in search of walnut; plantain after-length

Special Reserve. Pedigree blend of 6 beans (Sur del Lago carrying much of the weight). Black Cake, not the puff pastry from a bakery, but the nucleated stuff secured in the guerilla underground. For the experienced only - too much for the uninitiated – macho really. Where Cluizel’s ‘Noir Infini’ is the Art of the Refined, stylized with 1% added embellishments (hence 99% cacáo-content), Domori’s genius locks-in on all 100% of nature’s genie in a bar, with only minimal if any culturalization, then pops up & tackles you.