I used to be “normal” by nature.
Cracked almonds from the lead crystal glass at Aunt Käthe, as sweet as possible
Milk chocolate and a handful of gummy bears were enough for mine
to satisfy a child's/adolescent's craving for sweets .
Any contact with liquorice ended with "inedible, hideous".
First an angelic Scandinavian and my imposing behavior because of:
"Liquorice? I know, I love them" led to the first refreshing taste
experience.
The angelic one left (I preferred a local chocolate lover - she has been my wife for 37 years) but the love for liquorice stayed, and she
evolved.
In the beginning it was the liquorice snails and cat's paws, but later it was needed
already the stronger calibers like Danish salt pastilles and salty herring,
and at some point I completely fell into it. Salt/AmmoniaBricks, Witch's Ride
or Turkish Pepper, nothing was foreign to me anymore.
Contributed to the fact that our sweet corner was the ideal soil to share the passion for liquorice with others and to mature into LaKornitz.
For a taste and a liquorice chat in the sweet corner
LaKornitz, aka Michael Kornherr