This paté of chocolate mousse (really more of a terrine, but why quibble?):
….was so good, and rich, and intense, and smooth, and addictive (in that mellow, heroin-endorphin-rush sort of way), it ought to be illegal.
It tottered on the brink of milk v. bittersweet in a most precarious sort of way. The sort of way designed to keep both camps happy. Pure. Chocolate. Genius.
That is all.
What more need there be?