Fermented under banana leaves in the Mekong delta, then ground by stone and turned for days in Japan.

A single estate on the Mekong. Pods split by hand, beans fermented six days under banana leaves, then dried in river wind — the origin of everything that follows.

Roasted low, cracked, and conched — slowly, for days, by chocolatiers the house trusts — until the darkness turns silken. No lecithin, no shortcuts. Bean, cane sugar, time.

Seventy-two percent that reads like fifty. Dried fig, black tea, a whisper of salt. For pastry, for pairing, for the last hour of the evening.