I love dark chocolate... I look with lust at the rustling wrapper, realizing that there are literally a few seconds left before the first piece falls into my mouth, and I will enjoy its sweet and at the same time bitter taste. Why do I love him so much? Don't know. Since childhood, I have identified this particular sweetness and have never betrayed my passion. I didn’t change it until an unexpected set of circumstances forced me to reconsider my preferences, causing weakness and dependence on another taste - richer, more tart and hot, which I would love madly. And I'm not talking about chocolate...