What's in the name? One that paints such a dark, sacred and so seductive image. There's a deep mysterious aura about it that sinfully seduces you. Almost like a forbidden place that can't quite keep you out. I shall give all the credit to whomever that came up with this name for dragging my ass in here.
I have yet to discover gelato quite as good as the ones in Italy. Not so much for the lack of flavours, techniques or tastes but more for the lack of creativity. Too long have I been restrained to flavours like pistachio, chocolate and dulce leche - meh. Not since Italy have I seen such head scratching flavours that sound almost too good to be true. Until that first lick, it just blows you away. The flavours are so inconceivable yet somehow harmonious and balanced. The textures are light and airy as fine gelato should be.
This one is a winner! There will be plenty of deaths in Venice before the summer ends.