Someone on the street, trying to have a natural conversation with a person, soon understood that that is now, with "social media", not humanly possible.

Speaking of which, this bar, quite au natural due to a retro-American hypo-impact processing on the edge of "raw", synonymous with 'adventure' (or just another word for poor planning). Ya know, desire without direction, disjointed; dysfunctional; broken.

Not death by chocolate but suicide with chocolate, hanging on Flavors of rope, sisal, twine. So appropriate because in chocolate-centric Mayan culture, the noose was the only method deemed acceptable & guaranteed anyone who took their own life this way a place in the afterworld. They even had a goddess of the gallows named Ixtab (“Rope Woman”).

Worse, some such bars taste of sheet rock forming a perfect feed for termites or the stuff of Olmecs (considered Theobroma cacao’s 1st cultivators hundred of years before the common era) ready to do battle that comes with a stub for combat pay should you survive.

Incredibly, Szántó Tibor solves the riddle in this technique of the old school tradition & brings palatable flavor in a series of self-soothing profiles.