2-faced trickster; deception can be so clever. Starts life sweet & innocent, then fresh young’un tobacco rolls right off the spice route where its subterfuge gets under & hypnotic as an opiate.
Appearance 4.2 / 5
|Surface:||near perfect facade; minor ribbons on the back|
|Temper:||practically glistening w/ sweat|
Aroma 8.1 / 10
the ineffable lightness of sea air, butter foam, apricot blossom, acacia boughs, tobacco sprout
Mouthfeel 13 / 15
|Texture:||swollen at risk of obstruction|
|Melt:||coup de rendez-vous|
Flavor 43.7 / 50
pure-fab chocolate opening -> a currant rumor -> big butter / biscuit -> fruit re-emerges on other side w/ black-velvet apricot -> goes dark in a sling-shot of wattleseed / tobacco / allspice
Quality 17.6 / 20
Pralus’ Trinidad in all likelihood re-drafted & enlisted for this cause in which a fat slick threatens to get the flavor wheel stuck. But instead it greases an even-handed super-length roast delivering depth & range.