Caught in the lurch, the only thing to do now was to taste a couple of the bars Carrie had brought back from the City. "Let's do only Venezuelan," she said as she pulled three bars out of the pile. The first was El Rey, Gran Saman, 70%. Second, Scharffen Berger, Cuyagua, 75%. Third , Amedei, Chuao, 70%. A quiet fell over the room as the tasting got underway.
Now, as a rule the club does not make public the results of its tastings. The reasons for this are complex, and there may be exceptions, and we might change at some point, but for now that's how things stand. But this tasting was so interesting, and since it was not an official tasting we feel it is okay to release these results.
First of all, Leonard, Carrie and David were all in agreement. The best by far was the Sharffen Berger. In fact, the trio agreed that this was the best Sharffen Berger they had ever tasted. Amedei came in second, and third was the El Rey.
Leonard exulted over the Sharffen Berger. "This is a chocolate that knows it's a chocolate and doesn't mind telling you about it. Very muscular. It loves to strut it's stuff." Pensively, Carrie chimed in, "Very robust, yet subtle. On a scale of one to ten I'd give it a ten plus." David sat quietly, nodding his head in agreement (but perhaps he was still thinking about the taste of those Recchuiti truffles). Amedei, the runner up was not even close. Relatively speaking, a very timid chocolate. If this were a person he'd blow his nose under his hat. Afraid to stand up for himself. The El Rey didn't get any further than the smallest first bite. First of all, it lacked the clean, crisp snap of a good bar when you break it. Rather, it almost folded in our fingers. With that as an opener, it landed in the mouth and went nowhere. As the French would say, "Un navét au ras du sol." A turnip that never got above ground. So sad.