Easter – the time for chocolate…the time of year when the body achieves an endocrinological state as close to diabetes-inducing as possible. And we love it. Stores are lined with bunny and eggs calling out to you to try it – to break the Lent fast and succumb to the temptation. And the lead temptress is, once again, Lindt, somehow knowing what exactly will get us to cave – introducing the new Lindt Coconut ball!
A colleague of mine introduced this to be via an instant message – and instantly I needed to get my hands on one – but like trying to get a new Apple product on the day it launches, its been quite a mission. Thankfully, I found a box yet to be discovered at Pick ‘n Pay in Hyde Park!
So, if you see this box, don’t hesitate, grab one if you love coconut. Why branding a coconut product always seem to be accompanied by the use of light blue, I will never understand, but who cares – the visual of the coconut cream is hypnotic, and promises a tastebud experience few other FMCG products can deliver – and boy does it.
But, as Vida has taught us SO well, there is a specific ritual that must accompany the consumption of a Lindt ball – a good cup of coffee! So, hold yourself back from consuming the box is one inhalation, and instead savour the experience. However, if you are anything like me, the temptation will eventually override any sense of decorum, and you will just have to bite into the seductive little chocolate devil.
The best way to describe it – like soft, creamy, coconut butter. Its not overpoweringly coconut, but rather a sensibly coconut flavour which doesn’t induce pangs of sweetness-related winces. It coats the mouth rather pleasantly, calmly greeting the tastebuds in a reserved and gentle manner, but with a spark in the eye that indicates a bit of exoticness. A lovely experience from which you will derive immeasurable chocolate-related pleasure – delightful, gentle, and just a little but dirty.
You will no doubt want to share your discovery. In your exhuberance you will share it with friends and family, waiting to see their expressions of delight – and then, at that moment, you will discover, in horror, how inappropriate this deceptively demure Coconut Lindt ball is – and you will find yourself in a situation akin to watching the bathroom scene from “Something About Mary” with your parents.