Another guy preferred milk chocolate over me again.

It's fine, really. I'd rather be put back in the aisle than be discarded once they've taken a bite.

This is why I appreciate men who pay attention to details. Their obsessive-compulsive habits open up so many possibilities as compared to those men who prefer milk chocolate over dark chocolate.

They take note of where you came from, the numbers, and how much you weigh. Why? Because good chocolate comes from purity you can get from the quantity and where it was sourced.

Not just relying on a pretty gold foil, or in an acrylic box. Like Valrhona, I am in black packaging, with all the details. In small portions to taste, yet it will test your senses.

Again, I am an acquired taste. Either you like me, or you don't.