I tilted the lid and craned in to catch the escaping fumes. They hit me like a second wind; a pure chocolate gust – similar to that of cabin doors opening in Tobago, to that of opening an oven filled with brownies – swept through my face, opened my pores and sent my eyebrows up, my head back. Whoa! I felt for the cup. Lifted it and took a sip. Wow. Took a gulp. I was gone.
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