Impact
What starts out as Snoop Dogg's 'dirty south' breath crooning 'scent-ual seduction' into young Sophia Loren's sultry eyes on a darkened dance floor, turns up the lights on some regular club booty wide enough to park a 6-pack on her rear shelf.
Appearance 4 / 5
| Color: | par for Madagascar - coppery light cinnamon brown (sienna) |
| Surface: | uniform finish |
| Temper: | matte |
| Snap: | tight but low pitch; airholes on the inside |
Aroma 9.8 / 10
hauntingly seductive as Sophia Loren's sultry eyes: scent-ual top volatile perfume of ylang petals laid on soft cedar; coconut suntan lotion on the rubdown
Mouthfeel 13.1 / 15
| Texture: | big for Madagascar; impressive rheology - butter burglar just slips & runs away... |
| Melt: | then gains full-bodied weight the farther crystallization goes into a precise time-release melt |
Flavor 43.2 / 50
early dissertation on ylang, especially its custard component... perfumed chocolate-chocolate phenom -> vanilla-ized by the velcro vanillion monster which sticks thru the progression -> coconut (the rubdown in the aroma started to tell the story + all that butter added back in) -> baobab & clove wood -> dark dried barberry -> breakthru star-fruit; champagne grape & subliminal raspberry trace the after-length
Quality 12.6 / 20
Punked it. Taste pays the price for all that impressive rheology. 72 hour conche - an inflated duration considering the longitudinal granite-on-granite unit employed - nonetheless shears off too many flavor pre-cursors (erasing the high fruit register typically found in Mads). What's left is bar-tender Felchlin, cosmetically enhancing a stripped bean with too much sugar, butter, & vanilla (almost Maglio-sized).