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shit was fire and bus af
I loved this bar. It had the perfect balance of flavors.
Keeps you going back for another piece!
with an unexpected spicy lingering note.
Perfect balance of chocolate- whiskey and maple.
I don’t like spicy chocolate but tried this based on the reviews. It was awesome. Really fudgey and chocolatey but with the right amount of spice at the end. I am amazed this can be made and it is really fun to try.
One of the best chocolates I've had. Starts off with a fudgy taste and ends with spice and smoke.
This is undoubtedly one of the best whiskey-chocolate inclusions I’ve ever tasted, and one of the spiciest. But let me be clear: this isn’t an unpleasant, overwhelming kind of heat. It’s a clean, steady burn that builds as the chocolate melts on your tongue, and yes, even tingles on your lips after a few seconds. And yet, it’s completely irresistible.
Smell: Earthen, ashen, yet somehow reedy. Hollow. Crackling. Dried. Bones mummified by the desert wind. Or—if I turn slightly sideways—the sea. Vast, blue, unforgiving, the boundary between empty sky and terrifying depths. Smells like trouble. Smells like *I’m* in trouble.
Taste: Smooth, slick, soft, hugging my tongue, sinking in. Very chocolatey, unlike the smell. Thick and warm and brown and gloopy. Something sharp and high in the back of my throat. Pillows. Sueded leather. Rough-hewn wooden countertops smoothed and softened by decades of hands and elbows and plates passing over them.
Chocolate on fire. Chocolate served on fire and popped right into my mouth, still aflame. (Ah, I finally caught a hint of the whiskey.)
An edible sunset. A dragon scrubbing its scales clean with lava. (It’s not actually subjectively very hot at all—it’s like *being* a fire-creature and thus the fire is very, very comfortable.)
This chocolate tastes like the best dances I’ve ever been danced. If this were a ship, it would be thick-hulled and thick-boned, the kind of ship that won battles in the Napoleonic era. It makes me want to leap into waterfalls, do parkour, climb to the rooftops, build something out of wood, set off fireworks. Consciously unbuckling inhibitions, donning reckless abandon. Wanting. Thirsting. Yearning. Hungering. It’s not specifically reminiscent of any of my wilder youthful exploits, but it’s … the trumpets in the soundtrack of them? The swelling, vibrant call to adventure—chocolate of a magical hunting horn.
Enchanting. An absolutely fantastic experience.