Pacari's signature light-touch in good F/X for some native nibtronics... grinding flintstones really, in li’l Wayne’s hip-hop pocket that build up to make the bed rock.
Appearance 3.9 / 5
|Color:||composting action: mud brown w/ topsoil & fertilizer thrown in|
Aroma 6.7 / 10
closed / virtually no-nose - tiny raisinette; opens up eventually to tar & nicotine + kerosene & rubber (sun-dried on asphalt?)
Mouthfeel 12.6 / 15
Flavor 44.5 / 50
wild cherrywood ash gets the attn immediately... jarring & rattling then smoothes down on a sugar grade leading to an inner-explosion -> black currant pops up -> cocoa pulls thru, pulling the glaze off as nibs are chewed -> background grains (rice, yucca, acorn) -> pecan & peanut -> citrus splash inferring alcohol (semi-feral, perhaps canine... the by-product of a dog working a fire hydrant) -> gorgeous marshmallow hibiscus at the back
Quality 17.6 / 20
A little disjointed, bedeviled by integration issues at the start with that off-putting opener. Taste & texture feels as if Pacari may have sprayed or steamed these beans after they were dried, adding back moisture - that how's soft & damp they are. Comes together overall with remarkable range as the glaze & nibs conscript to modulate each other & snap into alignment for an unexpected, almost stunning, finale.