I know I know; cherry liqueur choccies are the cocoa equivalent of Benny Hill – very popular in the 1970s but rarely discussed or touched since then. However I have always liked them. Loved them in fact, but have many times been disappointed by the dodgy boxes found at the bottom of bargain bins, crusted with sugar crystals and coated in the dreaded compounded chocolate. Not that the words ‘compounded’ or ‘chocolate’ should be placed together in my opinion.
Still, I always keep my eyes out for this unfashionable type when I’m out and about, and lo and behold, this rather unedifying box was given a rather prominent place amongst the Lindt, Ferrero and Cadbury Christmas lines already on sale at K-Mart. Walkers is a brand that we Aussies normally associate with short bread biscuits in tins and the back of the box informed me that these were made in Germany for the Birmingham-based company.
As tends to be the norm for cherry liqueurs, they go for quantity first and quality second, so the rather drab appearance wasn’t out of the ordinary. I know that looks aren’t everything but if cherry liqueur makers modernised their presentation a bit – funkier boxes maybe or individually wrapped truffle types or got someone sexy to admit they loved them – they might enjoy a renaissance. I don’t wish the same for The Benny Hill Show repeats though. Upon opening, they still smelled good despite their boring presentation with a nice inviting whiff of alcohol and an even more inviting smell of dark cocoa.
How did they taste? Pretty bloody good actually. No actual cherry or glace version inside, just a runny liqueur filling that was strong but not overpowering. The chocolate, at a respectable 50% cocoa solids was also rather nice, and let the booze dominate first, only to fade away and finally allow the taste of the slow melting chocolate to emerge victorious. There is real cherry brandy inside, comprising seven percent of each chocolate, so you’d need to inhale a few before the floor came up to meet you.
Not bad at all – not something you’d whip out to impress someone, but OK as your own private weakness.