The human brain needs visual stimulation. Case in point; I didn't like the reject bags of our chocolate wizard's pistachio crunch bon bon, but since he has sprayed it green, I can't get enough of it. Alternately, I don't like the blue caramel late bon-bon, but I do LOVE the brown coffee reject caramel late bon bon, because let's face it, who wants to drink a coffee that's been blended for a Smurf. That said, when I was eight years old, and this goes no further, I wanted to grow up and marry a girl who looked exactly like Smurfette. I'm still looking! Do you hear me Jim Cameron, who I suspect also had a childhood bluebird fetish. Visual stimulation is the reason why naked unsprayed bon bons are more plentiful and less expansive than those which come in a box. So what does that look like in a bag that's twice the size? Don't ask me, as I'm watching the tennis, and is it my imagination, or are the balls a shade of caramel late bon bon?!@£%&*$@

Have purchased twice from this company, both times they were swift in expediting my orders. Quality is excellent and flavours varied, unusual and delicious. So happy I know about them. It is fantastic that you can choose exactly the flavours you want. Will be back.

And so, after many years of research and nautical exploration, you dive into the chocolate ocean in your highly mechanised submarine, diving further beneath the surface than any man/woman/cocoa bean has ever ventured before. Then, just when you're about to hit where you had previously calculated the historical ocean floor to be, you dive even deeper into a pleasure canyon only to come face to face with THE MEG. No, you are NOT Jason Streatham, you are a vigilante Don Juan embarking on a remake of the pleasure principle, one where the box office is an overflowing box of tantalising bon bon's comprised mostly of coffee, but with hints and flirtations with lychees, sesame and white chocolate. Enter the pleasure dome, Frankie, and RELAX! The chocolate meg is here, and we are salivating in anticipation of an even bigger sequel!!!! So don't you dare pull those reject bags, Jack... or you'll be hearing from my lawyer; she's a SHARK!

Our French friends loved the pretty packaging and couldn't wait to try the chocolates, which they thought were very original and delicious.

Delicious chocolate, made in the UK. These bags are such good value I keep accidentally buying more.

Delicious chocolates as always

Really enjoy discovering new flavours in these mixed reject bags - keep up the variety please! Caramels tend to be the absolute knock outs. Such great value.

Genuinely the best company for chocolates as a gift. Has that wow factor, without losing that yum factor!

I’m usually a choc snob but I’m a complete convert. Art chocolat is fantastic quality and so beautiful!

Extremely well presented chocolates with amazing flavours. So pretty & delicious :)

Nice thick white chocolate which compliments the lychee and coconut flavouring combination well. They were very moreish and would buy again.

Fantastic chocolates, rejects is really a misnomer

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.

... 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.

amazing flavours . Just love the different tastes. I would order by the lorry load if I could!!