Malted Chocomaté doesn’t smell as chocolatey as I thought it would, but at this point, it doesn’t matter. You know why? Because it tastes mindnumbingly fabulous. The odd part is that I don’t even get malted chocolate from it. I spent a good hour sipping this wondering what it reminds me of, but couldn’t think of it. I liked it, but just couldn’t put my finger on it. I shared the Malted Chocomaté love with my mom and she had the same reaction. Just what does this beauty taste like?
Finally, BAM. Those gooey, semi-liquidy caramel-filled chocolates found in chocolate boxes. Kind of like Caramilk but not quite. That’s fantastic.
This has become both my favourite 52teas blend and my favourite maté.
