Beef is for retired pussy-cats. Here’s the zoophagous cure: tiger penis - more taut than lolly-gagging cattle. May sound untoward & unappetizing, but hundreds of millions of Asians die for it. With the rise of China, it may be what the world is coming to.
Appearance 4.6 / 5
|Color:||ravenous: deep purple, black, & brown|
|Surface:||high steel plate|
|Temper:||Darth Vadar sheen|
|Snap:||perfect pitch; tight midrange; clean edge|
Aroma 8.8 / 10
very alive... photosynthesis in the night air & wet forest floor; dank & dark; mushrooms galore, mulch, green tobacco leaves dripping smoke... cut by piercing bletted fruit
Mouthfeel 12.9 / 15
|Texture:||beyond silk; petals of buttercup|
|Melt:||rolls round & even but w/ occasional grit (hopefully leftover nib rather than calcified scrotum deposit)|
Flavor 42.5 / 50
aroma says it all except for the fruit – very little of it until aft-length; wild mushrooms (morels, reishi, blue foot) -> brazil nut -> small bitter black olive, the entire preceding combo hardens & darkens in place... a cutaneous taste, less bloody than beef, more savory than squid, baiscally tiger penis... on the move... brazil nut smoothes to cashew & Maya breadnut, backed by that ever looming-larger black olive, a corona switched to an eclipse -> intense green – Domori’s ‘chlorophyll’ is apt + tobacco -> ends where it began – mushrooms (raw portobello); after-length fermented red grape & true chocolate in deep recesses (as if saliva & digestion conches & sweetens it in the process well beyond anything Domori did)
Quality 18.1 / 20
Remarkable poise & control keeps ferocity expertly inhibited, staying just this side of survival. But it’s the alien beauty of it that mesmerizes – a by-product / side-effect of severe genetic manipulation (Rio Caribe a cross between Ocumare 61, IMC 67 &, in this case, what tastes probably Savina 6 - originally from Perú).