If that Capt. Of Industry, Tony Soprano, ever got his hands on this he’d never visit his shrink again... might even cause him to reform.... nah, it’d just drive him deeper into it all, to takedown every truck distributing this stuff so he can stock the delis for his goomba buddies: "gimme a dozen cannoli, that tiramisu, & this... hey, hey, hey, what's the matta with ya? I says this thing right here, got it? I don't want no any old damn Snicker's. It gotta be Snickers with a li'l spaghetti, Italian-style. Whatchmacallit? Oh yeah, Cookie Snickers."
Appearance 4.8 / 5
|Color:||living on the edge of its life: gangster brown 'n black w/ purple ray|
|Surface:||mold could be a neon for some Vegas casino|
|Temper:||stellar dual-temper: 1/2 matte stardust, other 1/2 electrically brilliant|
Aroma 6.6 / 10
wounded which, along w/ its color, points to a Dutched victim in need of the emergency ICU (Intensive Chocolate Unit): jar of Skippy peanut butter, metallic cocoa pwdr & ash soot puffs up to choc chip cookie monster; vegetable / herbal mushroom paté on the pat down
Mouthfeel 12.2 / 15
|Texture:||dry until soy lecithin kicks it|
|Melt:||sheets of silk|
Flavor 38.6 / 50
delivers innocence: line drive chocolate -> Snicker's action (peanut)... candy bar crawl... builds momentum to buttered pasta / Oreo cream filling -> crumbles cinnamon & vanilla to a choc chip cookie dough -> choc sauce w/ a cherry stem -> espresso
Quality 16.4 / 20
Givin' it the business. Basically Marcolini's Fleur de Cacao with a $10 rebate. Firmly roasted beans lay down a bottom borne on lots of butter &, though less copious, just as significantly lecithin emulsifier... pack in some dutched powder & vanilla duct tape to shut up the high pitched squeals & low groaning moans - blows 'em all up. On to the next job...