Pecorino
classicBitter tar against sheep salt. Tuscany serves this with nothing else at all.
Dark, tarry and properly bitter. It tastes of tannin and smoke, and people either love it or spit it out.
Bitter tar against sheep salt. Tuscany serves this with nothing else at all.
Blue mould is already bitter. The honey agrees with it instead of arguing.
Same tree, opposite ends. The nut is sweet and the honey emphatically is not.
Flat white curd is the only surface this honey does not immediately overrun.
Two tannins, one liquid. The nut brings texture and no relief whatsoever.
Cocoa tannin and floral tar. Both bitter, and neither one backs down.
Stir it in instead of sugar and the cup gains smoke rather than sweetness.
Brush it on late. Bitterness is what stops a glaze reading as pudding.
Two bitters that both taste of bark. One is a drink and one is a spoon.
Bitter honey on bitter leaf. Nothing sweetens, everything rounds.
A bitter honey is the only one that will not make this sickly.
Bitter, tarry honey wants a bland fat that will not argue back.
Two bitternesses cancel and the sweetness is what survives.
Bitter honey argues with the funk instead of covering it up.
Two unpleasantnesses, bitter and ammoniated, agreeing to behave.
Tannic sweetness on gamey meat. The bitterness keeps it out of jam territory.
Woodland sulfides under woodland tar. Neither needs any help being loud.
Bitter honey, not sweet honey. It meets the barnyard on its own terms.
Bitter honey, not sweet honey, so the salt has something to argue with.
Bitter honey against bitter roe. Salt and bitter, no sugar in sight.
Bitter and faintly medicinal on both sides. It reads as tea you should not drink.