I picked these up from Sainsbury’s. L and I were wandering the aisles looking for novelty in consumer form, one of my favourite activities and something I find genuinely gratifying, if a little hollowed out. There is probably something wrong with me deep down, something unfulfilled (I always wanted to live by the sea; I also feel perhaps I could have been a sailor?). In any case these sugary snacks were chosen to fill the gaping wound that is modern urban life.
They are not good. Neither one thing or the other, it isn’t praline enough to be a smooth praline and the hazelnut overtones interfere with the artificial earthy peanut taste so beloved of fans of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup. These pay homage to those vaulted kings of the luxury chocolate snack aisle, but in the same way that a long poo is an homage to a lovely meal. They don’t even have that little black bit of paper lining to make them seem posher than the Yorkie that you put down right before you picked this up.
Avoid these if you can.