Two years later, really? Dry chunks smell like sour cream chocolate cake. In the mouth, a lot of meaty mushroom on top of that smooth, oily-mineral-earthy-tobacco and leather today. Cold basement concrete. Little bit of dates. Maybe the ‘nutritional yeast’ I had previously described transformed into that mushroom. Two twenty second rinses because the once-rinsed chunks do have some leftover fishfunk that I didn’t mention in the previous note.