Color:	gold 'n reddened-brown
Surface:	pineapple studs on the back
Temper:	a nucleated mess (plastic wrapper transfer)
Snap:	snubbed

initial inhale pretty vacant
then a tropical fruit waft with Dole canned pineapple syrup that sticks / stinks of glued paste (good for a sniffing high?)
airs out goat sausage

Texture:	knobby & sandy
Melt:	a drips 'n drags / fits 'n starts funhouse

Milk Choc hit right off the springboard -> pineapple concentrate -> goat tang 'n hoof kicks over a can of pepper spray & starts crop-dusting the cocoa & the citrus -> salt puts the final kibosh on chocolate & spikes pineapple with a 2^nd wind as well as relieves / takes the edge off the goat brew, relegating it into shadowy bitterness -> reverberates an excellent smoked-paprika back + flashes of ginger & cinnamon -> everlasting bromeliads

A lot of goings on.

Mānoa drops the cacáo-count down some 6% from its prone Dark-Milk base & sweetens the package with more sugar & dried pineapple offset / neutralized by salt & chili.

Bit of a gimmick... doesn't quite know when to quit. And why stop there? Why not add potatoes &/or hempseed for a ready-to-eat meal?

It all works somehow... in a mad weirding food-scientist kind of way. As though the Rube Goldberg contraption were a kitchen appliance churning out Rubik's Cubes of this bar.

Inventive.

Reviewed December 19, 2012