blaine tolentino | society of animals

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One of the many stops I’ll be having to make at the end of the cross country roadtrip (Sept. 2 – Oct. 4, LAX to JFK) is to Mast Brothers Chocolate in Williamsburg.  Having become one of those jerks that can’t eat wax-laden Hershey’s bars anymore, my taste buds have done the 7-year-twitch and switched directly to 72%+ cacao chocolate.  Besides looking like the kinds of gifts my grandmother used to give me as a child (unawares I was of how fantastical gift-wrapping is Not for most people), this stuff is made bean to bar via trips to Central America and Africa.  Cuter yet, one of the brothers plays a bit of amateur banjo, which is precisely the kind of thing I want my artisan chocolate makers to be involved in.  It must be like singing to plants.

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