Glimpses of the pearly gates closed shut. Soulfully on the edge of the firmament looking at the inner sanctum of holy cacáo but ends up the same as under the shirt / over the bra & 1/2 pregnant.
Appearance 4.1 / 5
|Color:||lilac blooms into the brown night|
|Snap:||shears right off edgecliff|
Aroma 7.7 / 10
another Mag more like milk chocolate: cocoa dust + coconut cream covering white (flowers [lotus & crocus] & banana) gilded in roasted pecan oil
Mouthfeel 13.4 / 15
|Texture:||glory, glory buttalujah, distributes well thru the entire experience|
|Melt:||cry me a river|
Flavor 4 / 50
releases immediately in engineered waves of awakened flavors, never fury: coconut dunked in chocolate -> nut bubble -> submerged water-lily -> brief cassis into long cassia... the cinnamon of it all... caramelized brown sugar... turns recessed, streams eternally in limbo -> dies on pecan oil
Quality 14.9 / 20
Too much Mag ego. Drowned in its signature vanilla butter - as if the bean is being forced to conform to a manufacturing standard of baseline chocolate rather than the other way around. Tasteful nonetheless but begs the question, ‘why bother with single origin?’.