Because we’re online & obliged to practice self-censorship, let’s be polite: this bar is an alpha-bitch. Most Madagascar chocolate is a morning wake-up call to begin with; but this hits as an alarm shock... a tongue taser... then outright electrocution. Hard to taste, let alone swallow. Texas & California currently experience trouble finding a method of capital punishment that satisfies the standard against cruel & inhumane treatment. Try this on death row. And free Mumia - if he can eat a kilo.
Appearance 4.9 / 5
|Color:||dramatic light-skin tone, even for Madagascar, doubly so for 100%; orange blush on brown|
|Snap:||perfect pitch; clean break wall|
Aroma 9.2 / 10
sharp, pointed scentinel clears the air w/ a1-2-3 combo: 1) water – grapes, plum, & mango; 2) earth – baobab & cedar; 3) fire – roasted smoke from tobacco
Mouthfeel 13.1 / 15
Flavor 23.6 / 50
kick-starts on Domori’s signature cashew cream, + green mango -> huge dried-fruit sweet-spot to match color on the bar wrapper - purple: raisin, prune, & apricot, underscored by rising acidity for fantastic fruit cocktail... alas, only briefly -> sours off-the-charts, no food-world corollary, just acetate raining like cat piss down where matters really get worse - a screeching iron-maiden bitterness (wince, grimace, cry w/ hurt) -> violent gin w/out any tonic whatsoever -> earth elements sweep up (wood & green tobacco)
Quality 16.3 / 20
Reckless blister kit - & that’s just the obvious. It’d be a brutal bar even without any acidity, due to the bitter levels. Still, Domori’s gentleness (i.e., low impact processing featuring an insane ferment) shines thru. A crime of omission, standing on the sidelines, watching with tough love, the enveloping burn. Whew, hard lesson learned.