Salt & Nibs
by Woodblock
Impact
According to the wrapper, Woodblock has manufactured 112 batches of this Salt & Nibs which makes it among the label's most prolific & popular. It all also makes perfect sense too.
Salt of course was used to pay soldiers of the Roman Empire (hence, ‘he’s worth his salt’, from which derives the term ‘salary’) & cacáo seeds, from which Nibs derive, circulated as the currency of the Mayan Empire. So these 2 together equal pure cash.
In other words, Woodblock's money bar. Hey, it beats a tip jar; & ethical too. It's hard, after all, to earn a clean living in this world.
So who can really blame anyone for joining gangs when the Anglo-American "banksters", as Matt Tabbio from Rolling Stone Magazine dubs them, have already consolidated what seems an irreversible power in a naked takeover -- a major power grab by the financial sector of the 'free-to-be-asymptotically rigged' markets.
Laws are defanged when banksters are 'too big to jail'; the banks they represent 'too big’ & ‘too interconnected’ to fail. Bank heads have put into effect 'liquidation' plans due to woefully undercapitalized portfolios.
For zillionaire Neo-Objectivists, the objective is within reach, & it goes far beyond Paul Theroux's terrifying dystopian futurist vision in O-Zone (‘O’ for owners): a financialization that enslaves all but a handful of 'the newest breed of fuck' & their scions… the Supersonic Global Elite who snigger, snort & pound their chests like gorillas turbo-excreting contrails as they sail around the world in private jets built out of diamond-hard crystal so that they can stare down lovingly at the mayhem… chaos amidst centers of nano-control they’ve wrought, all the time belittling the 'idiots & untermenschen & lumpenproles' below while they eye each other suspiciously in their psychopathic argosies as Masters of All Universes (acknowledgement to Tom Wolfe for his prescient 1980s Bonfire).
Of course, nobody’s in the cockpit. No human flies the plane. Only a robotic drone that shares with its varied owners in the O-Zone an algorithmic thirst for Cristal & Red Bull when it's not burning up the rest of the world's petrol.
Chocolate? Now how quaint, a soft commodity to the quants.
At least, when done right, chocolate's an honest living.
Salt of course was used to pay soldiers of the Roman Empire (hence, ‘he’s worth his salt’, from which derives the term ‘salary’) & cacáo seeds, from which Nibs derive, circulated as the currency of the Mayan Empire. So these 2 together equal pure cash.
In other words, Woodblock's money bar. Hey, it beats a tip jar; & ethical too. It's hard, after all, to earn a clean living in this world.
So who can really blame anyone for joining gangs when the Anglo-American "banksters", as Matt Tabbio from Rolling Stone Magazine dubs them, have already consolidated what seems an irreversible power in a naked takeover -- a major power grab by the financial sector of the 'free-to-be-asymptotically rigged' markets.
Laws are defanged when banksters are 'too big to jail'; the banks they represent 'too big’ & ‘too interconnected’ to fail. Bank heads have put into effect 'liquidation' plans due to woefully undercapitalized portfolios.
For zillionaire Neo-Objectivists, the objective is within reach, & it goes far beyond Paul Theroux's terrifying dystopian futurist vision in O-Zone (‘O’ for owners): a financialization that enslaves all but a handful of 'the newest breed of fuck' & their scions… the Supersonic Global Elite who snigger, snort & pound their chests like gorillas turbo-excreting contrails as they sail around the world in private jets built out of diamond-hard crystal so that they can stare down lovingly at the mayhem… chaos amidst centers of nano-control they’ve wrought, all the time belittling the 'idiots & untermenschen & lumpenproles' below while they eye each other suspiciously in their psychopathic argosies as Masters of All Universes (acknowledgement to Tom Wolfe for his prescient 1980s Bonfire).
Of course, nobody’s in the cockpit. No human flies the plane. Only a robotic drone that shares with its varied owners in the O-Zone an algorithmic thirst for Cristal & Red Bull when it's not burning up the rest of the world's petrol.
Chocolate? Now how quaint, a soft commodity to the quants.
At least, when done right, chocolate's an honest living.
Appearance 4.6 / 5
| Color: | raven brown |
| Surface: | a stud... of Nibs & salt crystals |
| Temper: | tantrum |
| Snap: | wooly & muddled |
Aroma 8.4 / 10
in retreat 'til a resurgence of Woodblock's near-trademark roasted jerk-móle tapenade with a faint marmalade
Mouthfeel 13.7 / 15
| Texture: | coarse 'n smooth |
| Melt: | no timing whatsoever |
Flavor 45.4 / 50
chocolate salt (rather than salted chocolate), delicate yet mineralized -> salted almonds -> piquancy rising at the back -- white pepper -> green (olive) & bread -> butter toffee -> another flash flush of minerals -> Mexican tarragon -> Dark-Milk
Quality 17.6 / 20
How does Woodblock improve its already considerable Salt Bar? Just add Nibs to boost it. As well as maybe swap out the base couverture.
Nibs nutify the contour tremendously. And they balance Fleur de Sel (a little heavy-handed at the beginning) in the process. In fact, they draw the salt out (opposite the customary vice-versa) & elevate it.
Then wedded together by a chocolate base in an ecstatic bed of Flavor... because the loveliest way to riches is to marry it.
A crowd pleaser as much as a crowd getter.
INGREDIENTS: cocoa mass, sugar, salt, Nibs
Reviewed September 24, 2013
Nibs nutify the contour tremendously. And they balance Fleur de Sel (a little heavy-handed at the beginning) in the process. In fact, they draw the salt out (opposite the customary vice-versa) & elevate it.
Then wedded together by a chocolate base in an ecstatic bed of Flavor... because the loveliest way to riches is to marry it.
A crowd pleaser as much as a crowd getter.
INGREDIENTS: cocoa mass, sugar, salt, Nibs
Reviewed September 24, 2013