Smell: High, sweet, shrill like whistles. Vaguely green-feeling, like jungle snakes. Smells high rather than low, more like adventure than like being home, more young than old, more dirty than clean. Ten-year-olds shrieking at a birthday party at a woods paintball course.
First melt: Oh, hm, not clear that this one will actually melt. Something soft and wooden like old, smoothed, weathered boards. A little bit of something sour—the smell of algae or lakewater in the bottom of the canoe.
Chewing now. The texture is amazing. Like softly cleaning with whipped sugar scrub. It’s gritty and sparkling and makes me think of scrunching wet sand between my toes.
If this were a ship, it would be absolutely slicing through the water, wind whipping at the sails, whoops echoing from the foredeck. Chocolate of beating sun and puffy white clouds, setting out on a voyage that will be grueling and tragedy-stricken (but not yet) and ultimately successful.
Changing tacks: chocolate of lying facedown on the bed while a lover’s hands press against the knots in your shoulders, your back, your legs, almost too hard, but ultimately just enough to unravel you completely.
Five stars; I have bought five more boxes of it.