one evening my sister and I decided to make a walk after dinner, and also because I had a desire for an egg and while I went around to regret mine, the place was closed. we went on and some yards up. we noticed a terrace that I came by so often, but I had never arrived and cake were closest to something really naughty, I felt a little bit cumbersome to try them. I have a tablet of 6 different mignon (small baked) that I shared with my sister. she was left satisfied while it worked for me just as much as an aperitif, so I went for another tablet of 8, this time only for good measurements and had them all for me. the aromen could not have a better representation of the sky, meets the hell. the hell here is used for testing and it reminded me of oscar wild famous citadel; “I can resist everything except trial!” you should not resist either! although they sell them from the kilo, they come to the equivalent of 40 pence each, incredible!