Steep flavor so true & honest with itself, without a shred of pretense or artifice. Porcelana, practically extinct & among the rarest / most expensive of all cacáo in the world, as genetically pure as Criollo currently gets (small Venezuelan plantations harvest less than 4,500 pounds of it a year). Considered the Holy Grail of cacáo, this bar may be the golden cup back to the original pods that yielded chocolate & the earth that yielded the pods. A sweetly tripping time-machine of sorts (fueled on clean burning olive oil), like the menu that reads “breakfast served anytime” so - go on – do as visual artist Ludolf Grolle & order french toast from the Renaissance, since this dines-out on the past – a relic of bread, butter, & jam from the Pre-Columbian era – that works similar to a narcotic once it gets in the bloodstream: pink Alpine glow (grown around the foothills of the Andes mountains) producing coral-colored Chamonix-like spires on the palete – close to Bonnat’s home territory. Non est disputandum... an acquired taste that takes just seconds to acquire.

A breath-taker / heart-stopper. It’s the One – have some. The sovereign Sun-King of cacáo.