Intoxicating as a drug-spree minus the expense, hangover, & side-effects... in stereo LSD no less: a Black-on-Black Glimmer Twins... Scorsese filming the Stones in Caracas instead of NYC... Keith doin chocolate opium flown in fresh from down the street like a blood transfusion while Micky gets fingers sticky on a PYT (‘T’ for tart), tworkin’ himself to the trim cuz, hey, what’s the point of Iggy Pop spilling blood & guts all over the stage when it’s only rock ‘n roll?
Appearance 4.4 / 5
|Color:||raven black devours purple sage|
|Surface:||smooth flight, like a Brancusi|
|Snap:||comfort class seatbelt buckle fastening|
Aroma 7.8 / 10
darkly refined: blackstrap molasses, black licorice, blackcurrant... I smell a red fruit but I want it painted... blackcherry (deeply embedded); chestnut wood, leather library
Mouthfeel 13.4 / 15
|Melt:||gliding down that moonlit mile|
Flavor 44.3 / 50
bedrock chocolate sapped in Tupelo honey -> chestnut cream (“no colors anymore / I want them to turn...”) -> black currant, high & dry, pops a blackcherry then the night really goes down on a sip o’ moonshine alcohol + small toke of resin smoke -> all this overhanging acidity fuses up a juicy plum then star anise enharmonics -> last call: “wanna to see the sun blotted out from the sky” - Bailey’s Irish Cream ... paint it, paint it, paint it.... paint it black coffee... it’s just a shot away...
Quality 18.1 / 20
Perhaps Valrhona’s signature bar. Streamlined power & locomotion with remarkable stability. Dark yet really light-bodied; only mildly fermented at the back; supremely refined chocolate bedrock with millimeter-precise acid placements.