There’s bitter that makes a girl weak in the knees…then there’s this guy. If he’s from the neighborhood, maybe you’re sympathetic. But pity is no basis for a relationship built on this kind of flaccid bent.
Appearance 2.4 / 5
|Color:||dark, rich brown w/ flaming orange|
|Surface:||a mess... major bar shock... cocoa dust on both sides, flakes, & grease; pseudo-macho chunky-logo on brick face|
|Snap:||crisp & clean|
Aroma 6.8 / 10
herbal top notes -> largely roasted almonds & coconut; usual Dominican tobacco so remote they’ve yet to run sanitation lines out to it.
Mouthfeel 8.6 / 15
|Texture:||chalk ‘n dry peel, under the dermabrasion—a stick of butter clump|
|Melt:||slow, emollient mouth-filler|
Flavor 29.3 / 50
topsoil -> moderately bitter cocoa + roasted almond -> coffee dissolves into chalk, sugar, & butter which break away to separate from each other; light herbal green floats off -> was that a tiny bit of raisin toward the end?
Quality 10.8 / 20
Unskilled bean selection, unsuccessfully ameliorated by roast & heavy butter.