A wet Tuesday night in late August was not the sort of debut I'd imagined for this 1kg box of Lindt Pralines du Confiseur in which I'd invested a couple of months ago. I had thought to lay them down for a special occasion but with an unspectacular summer almost over, I decided it was now or never and off came the cellophane. This is a majesterial box of chocolates. If you have a desire to sample all the centres in one go - at least those on the top layer - you will find yourself chomping your way through eight chocolates or so. I must say my favourite was Pistachio Marzipan. How uncanny is it that life is often compared to a box of chocolates? It seemed something of a metaphor for life then that there were only a measly two Pistachio Marzipans and, it seemed to me, six or eight each of the other varieties? I had to trade a very nice gold speckled heart with orange centre in order to secure both Pistachio Marzipans. Make of it what you will - all will be silence and introspection when you sample these. Probably what spurred JP Sartre on to see the world in a table leg.