Impact
Circus rawkus novelty act, South Indian style, to get the freak off: Singori meets Barfi meets Kozhukatta meets Kheer all in Garam Masala cum Bhangra drums, with a sliding side show of exotic Bollywood actresses doing a Nirvanic TASP dance to Curt Cobain singing Rape Me to blur the line between vice & virtue.
Appearance 4.6 / 5
| Color: | ochre citrine |
| Surface: | starry Milky Way at twilight w/ beautiful flecks, whorls, swirls of magnetic filing & Van Allen Belts |
| Temper: | hyper-active |
| Snap: | slub slug |
Aroma 8.6 / 10
in Mumbai the wind doesn't blow, it sucks... all the way to well inside Curry Row on 27th & Lex in NYC; add rice for pudding
Mouthfeel 12.2 / 15
| Texture: | soft desiccated micro-crunch |
| Melt: | waxed sawdust |
Flavor 40.9 / 50
no nuances & subtleties of some Hindu idea of a secret cosmic tone for every material in the world... nope, this is what it is: shredded coconut the confetti over a spice parade (led by tumeric & coriander for curry pouring out of a shaker) in an MC (Milk Choc) that can barely contain it -> goes for the throat & brings the sweet heat w/ a little tandoori burn at the back, clothes-lined in milk choc fat
Quality 17.8 / 20
Theo continues to take strides in modulating & calibrating formulas. What was once a scattershot mess of a disaster has become a better orchestrated dessert bar.