Oh, dearest creator of cacao’s sacred hymn,
I pen these words with reverence and whim.
For I, once lost in chocolate’s sweet embrace,
Found in the cacao plant a divine, timeless space.
From its ancient roots to its raw, primal lore,
I brought its essence to the industry’s door.
But you, Vosges Haut-Chocolat, your hands so skilled,
Have woven a masterpiece where hearts are stilled.
A Nordic forest 🍄 mushroom-kissed delight,
A medicinal treasure, invoking the night.
In its essence, the spirit of cacao does wake,
Stirring souls with each transformative break.
I’ve wandered the globe, chocolate’s call pursued,
Yet your creation left even the stars subdued.
At a solstice gathering, friends stood in awe,
Touched by a sweetness that redefined law.
Artisans, alchemists, deserving of song,
Your craft belongs where the gods belong.
Accolades fall short for the magic you weave,
A gift of cacao the world can scarcely believe.