Impact
Might want to wear a gas mask. In fact, one should come with this bar as an accessory. Soma could charge more for it & customers would consider it a full-sensory VR experience.
Plus, on the ever brighter side, if a mushroom cloud drifted in with the whiff of chocolate, people would be less scared.
Plus, on the ever brighter side, if a mushroom cloud drifted in with the whiff of chocolate, people would be less scared.
Appearance 4.4 / 5
| Color: | cream blush |
| Surface: | minor voids at the corners of the raised tiles |
| Temper: | sparkles |
| Snap: | pugnacious |
Aroma 7.1 / 10
bar-b-q hickory chips under smoked bacon
outgassing of some considerable petroleum by products
still, some of the most inviting hammy cocoa around
outgassing of some considerable petroleum by products
still, some of the most inviting hammy cocoa around
Mouthfeel 12.8 / 15
| Texture: | starts out all knuckles... |
| Melt: | … goes down smooth & easy |
Flavor 39.2 / 50
pops right up chocolate -> mite lite spice (cardamom) -> coffee grounds -> malted mushroom ignites white citrus (lychee) -> petrochem trails -> pineapple breaks thru the enveloping smoke rising from tar flats in a gas field -> rubber tire rollover, plugged somewhat by cocoa butter -> faint graham cracker, left over residual from the malt section
Quality 14.6 / 20
Some things sound great but in actuality fail to harmonize together.
A blend with all the trappings for a rooftop beehive party in a kind of freaky progression where the seams show thru drastically. Not since Amano's fire-trap named Morobe has such thick smoke inhalation / indigestion blocked the passageways.
The tang from Madagascar; breaded-chocolate compliments of Java; & that raging oil spill somewhere over PNG. Then again PNG & Java can be rather interchangeable so perhaps they swapped out for another here.
Either way, they almost integrate by the end to harmonize miraculously. Alas, the citrus & the gaseous clash continues to commingle in their aftermath. Practically tastes like a victim of the Great Chocolate Vault fire, which would be unfair to rate at all. Not the case though: it was never stored there but set aside on delivery for immediate sampling.
Perhaps Soma tried to pull a Solstice-type Wasatch to salvage some fraught cocoa by shading it in a blend. In spinning this mix it turns into a spider caught in its own web.
INGREDIENTS: cocoa mass, sugar, cocoa butter
Reviewed February 10, 2014
A blend with all the trappings for a rooftop beehive party in a kind of freaky progression where the seams show thru drastically. Not since Amano's fire-trap named Morobe has such thick smoke inhalation / indigestion blocked the passageways.
The tang from Madagascar; breaded-chocolate compliments of Java; & that raging oil spill somewhere over PNG. Then again PNG & Java can be rather interchangeable so perhaps they swapped out for another here.
Either way, they almost integrate by the end to harmonize miraculously. Alas, the citrus & the gaseous clash continues to commingle in their aftermath. Practically tastes like a victim of the Great Chocolate Vault fire, which would be unfair to rate at all. Not the case though: it was never stored there but set aside on delivery for immediate sampling.
Perhaps Soma tried to pull a Solstice-type Wasatch to salvage some fraught cocoa by shading it in a blend. In spinning this mix it turns into a spider caught in its own web.
INGREDIENTS: cocoa mass, sugar, cocoa butter
Reviewed February 10, 2014