The bar that started a mini-revolution – His Chocolateness’ single-origin bean craze that raged into a fetish - estate-grown cacáo from Venezuela’s Lake Maracaibo region. Named after the rosary, so say a prayer prior to hunting with some very close guacho buddies where you end up hit in the mouth by a chocolate buckshot. Flavor the way Hemingway describes really good books: so close & true, it belongs to you.
Appearance 5 / 5
|Color:||rusted sienna – equal pigments of red & orange absorbed in brown|
|Snap:||bottom bass; jagged sidewalls|
Aroma 8.1 / 10
lays the lumber, black coffee, equestrian leather, green leaf tobaccco... Marlboro Man rides off on edge of high, dark alcohol (quasi-balsamic)
Mouthfeel 11.8 / 15
|Texture:||some grit & generally thick|
|Melt:||barriers along the way|
Flavor 43.6 / 50
tracks aroma closely, patrolling w/ double barrel chocolate -> aligns crosshairs on a grape & pummels it into balsamic after triggering sweet powdered highland coffee -> peripheral vision dusted though never loses sight of cocoa straight down the middle -> landscape-leveling bitter walnut on the right / drifting haze of tar & nicotine aloft on the left -> finishes it off w/ a crown of namesake vanilla-rose for exclamation
Quality 17.5 / 20
Delivers a battering, at close range yet supple. Fully fermented, coupled with relatively short conche, produces rich acidity. Taken up & diffused, however, by medium-high roast that gets the most out of a bean striving toward center-point chocolate.