Color:	ash brown; dim maroon tint
Surface:	impeccable mold & impression
Temper:	vinyl
Snap:	booming bass

suffocating: burnt spice rack originally crafted from cedar & palm woods, once housing cinnamon, coriander, mace, & black pepper -> coconut butter melted like so much plastic over leather-backed furniture + tossed coffee grounds

Texture:	fantastically massive, churned butter only serves to heighten cruelty by making you a glutton for punishment - it's that round
Melt:	supreme, except for PoliGrip-strength denture-adhesive astringency at the finish

swings the hammer on a raw, undeveloped move - flat-out mono-line bitter; no avenging angel w/ under/overtones to the rescue... lockstep, a straight downward spiral into the accelerating depths, nothing but off-balanced bitterness arousing bottomless fear... until aft-palate some grisly char-broiled beef blood rains down from the gullet above, heavy in iron & copper -> liver & other intestinal innards buried in the death dance of ashes; no uplift whatsoever, just ceaseless debasement

Offal; when in doubt, fry it. Dysfunctional on every level - from cleaning to conching. Horrendously qwik devolution, paradoxically never quits. Irrespective of M.O., underlying flags indicate compromised batch, poor bean selection, & hasty post-harvest methods. In other words, land-fill.