This round of rejects is almost perfection. They are not perfect due to size and colour variances and/or their intimate involvement in mad chocolate science experimentation. To sum up, these are perfect chocolate bon bons that have been rejected for their imperfections. Did your eyes just cross? Good, then we're on the same page. I did note in a pervious review that rejects should be separated into chocolate type groups (light or dark). I am very pleased to report that I have largely been listened to in this respect. MOST IMPORTANTLY, Jack has snuck in a new complete flavour which he has been secretly working on in his Wonka lab for months now as previous reject variances can testify to. And the verdict is... SPECCHOCULAR! But don't tell him that, or it'll be upgraded to the posh box. That I don't even eat pistachio nuts, nor enjoy them in chocolate is a claim I can no longer make. It's REJECTED!
BRAVO to the VINCENT VAN CHOC of...
see, I backed myself into a corner...
so I'm putting this review in the reject bag as that is now my designation of choice.
Nice thick chocolate with sesame filling and plenty of chocolates in the bag. I would have preferred a layer of caramel in base of chocolate to offset the flavour of sesame.
... and that's the longest word in the British Isles, Boyo! Havin' just read that 4 star review below, I tells you's, the writer in't any fancy art critic, but a chippie vendor in Swansie named Gean Rhys-Jones, fair play, with extra brown sauce. He comes from coal minin stock, I swears it at you, mind you, not rude like. That's why I thinks he likes to dish the dirt on others, like diggin for spuds and fryin anythin he finds, mind. I tasted that fancy shmancy 'toffee bar', mind, and it was pretty damn blasus let me tells yous, because I like to be straight, here, sees, like. See, Gean Rhys' Mam gave him a girl's name. How pretty you looks t'day, Jean, we'd flatter him like, at school. There was nothing mean in it, mind, just that his cheeks went so shockingly pink when we'd borrow his bag of chockies. Now, I thinks Jean's still getting his own back, sees, just like his Pa in the Valleys who used to ride his bike straight into the 99 van, just so's he could negotiate a free Mr Whippie red sauce, which is what I thin Jean was doing in reviewin, like. Mind, he's no Dylan Thomas! Sees, you never knew what that boyo's sayin, as he always had his mouth full, and was chewin like, mouth open, smilin. Come to think on it, mind, the longest word in the language isn't Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllanty; it's when you're trying to hears to what pretty-cheeked Jean says, mind, in between his noisy like, chews and droolin, if you Jones it all up.
Really amazing mix of mouth sensations. Never knowing what’s going to be the tantalising taste. Great mixture of flavoursome chocolates.
Beautifully presented bon bons. Flavours are stunning.