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What’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten?

Darling,

I’ve tasted trouble before — but never like that.

It was a Parisian afternoon, and the café was barely marked. A whisper of a door. Mismatched chairs. Jazz on vinyl. The kind of place where the crème brûlée cracks just so, and the waiter writes poetry in his off-hours.

But that wasn’t the dish.

No, the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten?
A single, reckless spoonful of warm hazelnut ganache folded into mascarpone cream, laced with espresso and a splash of dark rum. It didn’t have a name. It didn’t need one.

It silenced me.

Not metaphorically — I mean I stopped speaking. I put the spoon down, blinked twice, and reconsidered my entire approach to pleasure.
I’d thought I understood dessert. I had not.

It was velvet and chaos, silk and storm. And when I looked up from that plate, the stranger at the next table raised a glass to me and said, “It gets you too, doesn’t it?”

We never spoke again.
But I think about him.
And that ganache.

Because some bites don’t just feed you — they awaken something.

Now tell me, sugar —
What’s the one thing you tasted that left you undone?
Was it sweet? Savory? Served hot by a stranger with kind eyes and no regrets?

You know where to leave it: the comments.

Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋