No doubt about the Sherry cask here. Big and bold with very light funkiness and chamois leather. It is, however, chocolate which dominates and does so in such an all-enveloping way that just nosing this puts you into some sort of guilt trip (albeit a pleasurable one). It’s tempered, melted, nibs, ganache, brownie. Is it complex? Not really. It is appealing? Oh yes.
Sadly, here it dies. There’s an odd, slippery quality to the spirit which seems to wriggle in a slightly fatty way along the tongue. The chocolate is there but, rather than the full blow-out you expect, it’s thin.
A brief appearance in travel retail makes this rare in some sense. Promises much, delivers little.
RIGHT PLACE, RIGHT TIME
‘No,’ said the man in the strange hat. ‘You’ve mistaken me for my brother Willy. I’m Walter Wonka, the endocrinologist.’