Tasting Notes
As dark clouds of menacing chocolate loomed overhead, in the darkness we lit paraffin lamps that cast flickering shadows among the heavy oak trees that stood over us. Velvety raspberry stout began to rain down from above then, in an instant, a tremendous bolt of lighting split the gloom and scorched its way through bramble and chocolate ganache. The first few drops of water turned into chocolate truffle hail stones that crashed into tiramisu, casting puffs of cocoa powder into the air. The crust of creme brulee cracked and splintered with another lightning strike, scattering shards of sugar on to trifle sponge and dark hedgerow berries.
