There are two types of chocolate pleasure: the satisfaction of a primitive gratification, succeded with almost any "chocolated" edible thingy, and the more intellectual delightful discovery of the richness of a taste palette, a clear sign of a noble matter able to drive your spirit almost up to heavens, a goldy-spicy substance that can only be crafted and refined by respectful kind-of magicians. And Marie-Hélène is a fairy lady who gathers such precious wonders, beside three of the best french magicians (from countryside), plus, each quarter, with some almost unknow choco-craftman she was gracefully able to discover, frequently from a far abroad region. Bite a tiny piece from a pure chocolate tablet, it's an explosion of tastes in the mouth, and soon a landscape of sensations (late last year, my last visit, I discovered the venezualian El Rey brand ; if it's still there, have a try with Gran Saman 70% or Apamate 73,5%, two very different crus, the latter seeming sweeter than the former, none being agressively bitter, both flavouring more "cocoatic" than "chocolatey" with vanilla and more toasted notes for the former, and dry fruit paste for the latter...). Try any "praline" among the few dozen proposed , and it's a story that begins, which lasts and lasts, changing each second in a rich shimmering rainbow of flavours, sensations and feelings... Once having been touch by the revelation of this secredy, chocolate never means the same. They deserve time and appreciation, like the best wines, cognacs or teas. They are pieces of art. And Marie-Hélène at Mococha is a great Mistress of the chocolatier profession for initiating and maintaining your discoveries. Mococha has a single drawback: it's in Paris, and living in the far Alps, more than 3 hours away with fast trains, I praise each of the too few trips that bring me to the capital. read more