1st released during the same year & season of Aimé Césaire's passing, the good poet of Caribbean islands; both a nice & hot voice like flowers & spice who, granted, deserves better than this bar. So in homage to the soleil serpent (sun serpent)... élixir du feu central (elixir of the central fire)... sucre au fond du marécage (the sugar deep in the marsh).
Appearance 4.9 / 5
|Color:||near blackened brown w/ orange-mauve cast verging on cudbear; ravishing|
|Surface:||even when off, Coppeneur's on: abstract art-level whorls & swirls|
|Snap:||solid the way it's supposed to be; fine granite border|
Aroma 1 / 10
'Coppeneur' designer fragrance: shooting plumes of lavender fill the room, cinnamon red-hots back it up, plus violets... bottle it
Mouthfeel 12.7 / 15
|Texture:||light middleweight frame|
Flavor 37.4 / 50
red flowers blooming all over the mouth-field against Coppeneur's stellar Trinidad 72% base (rich in its own native apricot accents) -> heat immediately on its heels -> cinnamon red-hots w/ burning sunspot at the back -> profile gets a bit lost... heat recedes to cacáo butter & lavender-rising to... an austere ending
Quality 15.2 / 20
On the brink of falling apart & total collapse as the pepper is more hot than aromatic but rights itself with butter & lavender. As with Coppeneur's confectionary line, awkward & heavy-handed but improving.