Chocolate makers, ever strivers to attach themselves to exotic treasure & lore, have to dig deeper to find it now that the obvious has been dredged up. This named after the Mayan island off the coast of Yucatán where Jaina burial figurines of delicate detail accompanying the dead on their after-journey were unearthed (written about in Michael Coe's The Maya). Jaina-the-Bar here delivers enough finesse to deserve the title & certainly laps most of the White Chocolate field whose run-of-the-mill usually spits out 'daddy badges' - those baby snots coughed up & hurled on shirts collars.

This particular monkey cacáo sees nor speaks no evil but looks, smells, feels, & tastes different... because it is. High-brow cultured confection (thanks to a spoonful of yoghurt) sticking a quiet o'rang-a-tang, bright as a nuclear-powered light bulb, in the mouth.