The Freetown Christiania district, around Friis Holm in Copenhagen, stands as a landmark on the transformation of a former army complex into a civilian neighborhood & the way humanity, in case it ever gets thus far, might repurpose each battle weapons for restful ways. Neither perfect or with no struggles which pock nearly every public environment, the spirit of Christiania includes multiple motions from the hippies & squatters to collective anarchism.
Meditation, yoga exercises, weed & theater reign supreme in this mostly car free zone to recreation and imagination whose residents occupy a lasting status of merry rebellion. They arguably take things much less severely than the “outside world”, laughing all of the means to the poorhouses of theirs, answering the environment getting systematically snowed on television, online, & wearing tabloid documents with total snark delight.
In addition to disdain.
The movement realizes that not just are metaphorical ideological frames distorted nowadays, the facts are even worse than even dreamed & spun & stretched on every side beyond the existing salt water taffy which passes for insight and information on the web. Earthlings inhabit parallel universes with the own lost tribes of theirs in Doppler shift to anywhere else in the Emptiness Empire of ones and zeroes, the brand new all-the-news-that’s-fit-to-print rather than crinkly black & gray & browse all over.
Christiania represents Ragnarok Rising (think Wagner’s Ring), their favorite-bad-feelings expressed via the gravitas of serious proclamations, many that have come true in a single manner or any other, issued forth from a post Orwellian wet dream!
Technically a haven for smooth medicines just — although coke, meth, heroin, et.al. may be found here as somewhere else — usually sold on the key thoroughfare aptly called Pusher Street.
Drug fueled or perhaps not, their actions declare it much more pithily, with a much better acerbic snarl, than any syringe needle still remaining in injuries which leave together with the unsoothing truth at any three AM the next day. The majority of live it each day.
Milk chocolate, particularly high cacáo-content Dark Chocolate, straddles that line between a superfood & nutriceutical. It stimulates the nervousness & quickens the neurons across the synapses to deal with life’s vicissitudes.
This particular Friis Holm Chocolate Rugoso (Spanish for’ course’,’ rugged’ in reference to skin of the cacáo pods from what this particular bar derives) fits directly into the basic boundaries of Christiania. Its inside likewise complements the mellow sweetness of countless denizens there.
Mikkel Friis Holms mentions a “brutal bitter beginning” which rapidly ends to “beautiful plum”. At the threat of busting him for lying, nearly not one of which happens.
Call him a’ good’ liar however, on the proper side of the lighting.
Rather, only a constant download of gently-dappled and supple milk chocolate, the hallmarks of delicate tannins from a type genotype.
The maker Bonnat, on behalf of Friis Holm, now butters them up great for added emollience.
This a real award worthy contender instead of that impostor. It takes a slow, contemplative session instead of a few speed chocolate consumption. Individuals with the luxury of pleasure will’ get it’.
Rugoso joins other light heavyweights… Caoni’s Esmeraldas seventy seven %, Domori’s Guasare, Idilio’s Finca Torres, Nanea’s eighty five % & Zotter’s Peru 70 20… many of who etherealize lightness despite fairly tall cacáo-percentages.
This effectively distinguishes itself from the majority of the Xoco Gourmet package of hybrids born from a huge selection of mom trees dressed in varietal trade names, an enterprise created to fool proof trees for dummy proof cocoa and “dumb gorwers” so even amateur barsmiths are able to make chocolate that is very good. Witness what Xoco’s Indio Rojo did for upstart Duffy “Red Star” Sheardown a several years back, with that it apparently shares rather a good deal of DNA. The Indio a Catongo x Upper Amazon cross whereas the flavor behind Rugoso suggests it favors the Catongo a bit more.
Several of the Xoco cultivars fall short up to now (Barba and Chuno for example) while others succeed (Nicaliso & this) for a general uneven mix.
As a team, they create the byproduct of an attempt in juxtaposition to the PCC (Projecto Cacao Central America). PCC consists of the CATIE genebank in Costa Rica, USDA, & NGOs. Officially they sponsor aid applications for the earth & raising livelihoods. Their primary objective: steep yielding cacáo that is ideally disease resistant to the neighborhood scourge of Monilia (water borne spore and a wind that triggers crop damage to the tune ~ twenty five % in certain areas to a complete loss of others). The tool system of theirs features a legion of acronyms — EET from Ecuador’s INIAP breeding program; CATIE’s R1, R4, & R6 hybrids; UF kinds 221 & 296 called after the United Fruit Company (a conglomerate implicated in the continent’s socio economic development — arrested or even advanced based on one’s politcal vantage point — in the 20th century).
By comparison, Xoco, with individual funding, accounting firm acumen, & assistance from the NGO Techno Serve, grafted upon the job of Tito Jimenez whose breeding tests comprised the majority of the company’s cacáo selections.
Crudely speaking, they are based largely on the Amelonado strain, a fraction and some Iquitos of Criollo.
Inside the portfolio of its some limited variations will be detected though the aromas & tastes & also pulp are constant. The best differences lie in the phenotype of theirs (or appearance). And so the Johe shows warty yellowish pods in comparison to Nicaliso’s sleek red surface that leads another breeder to remark that they are all a Ford Taurus painted colors that are different. Typically accurate but, once again, several distinctions exist.
Rugoso, for example, is regarded as a Ford too… a Ford Lincoln. And surely a cut above what PCC assembles.