I found this chocolate hiding out in a purse I don’t often use. As one does. I’d stowed it away there for safekeeping after a Trader Joe’s trip, then completely forgotten about it. Maybe my reason for forgetting was that this little 43 gram bar doesn’t look particularly memorable. Its dull, dark purple wrapper I imagine is supposed to look high end; it just looks grocery store high end. Inside, the chocolate looks slightly better, having at least a healthy shine. Six rectangular chunks have the appearance of a cityscape, sitting with as much height as they do.
Although there is no cacao percentage listed, I would put the chocolate around the fifties range. Fortunately, the chocolate buttercream doesn’t make a mess even when you break off pieces; it stays right in its place. Its mouthfeel is lighter than ganache, being not at all stiff despite the fact that it doesn’t spill all over the place. Texture is, in fact, the main addition it adds to the bar: its flavor isn’t prevalent over the chocolate’s. Together, though, they taste all of fudge and chocolate cake mix. Think of a Dove bar taken up a step.
This is another item with the vague label “product of Belgium.” But I care little where a chocolate is from, unless I have specifics or know its from a company that has proved itself to me. Still, the kind of person who would buy a chocolate because it says its Belgian is probably going to like this bar: it comes under the same scope of similar offerings. Its the sort of chocolate you do buy, as I did, while running errands, though only stowing in a purse long enough to get to your car, home, or office; by its nature, it’s a chocolate to break up the doings of the day for a few moments. That isolation, coupled with the fairly flat middle range of the chocolate, will be positive for some palettes and forgettable for others. I put myself in the latter category.