Hearse of Pancakes

[doomsday_disco]

There’s still a little time to kill before the viewing… surely it wouldn’t hurt to stop for a short stack? Black coffee, syrup-drenched buckwheat cakes, and a crusty cruller for the road.

[wilhelmscream]

Oh wow, on a personal level... this smells exactly like a bakery my mom and I would go to when I was a kid. She'd get a cup of black coffee, I would get a maple bar. We'd sit in a booth and I'd lay down on the bench and stare at all the ancient gumwads people stuck under the table. It's all right there when I smell this.

 

The coffee note is the most dominant. A velvety rich, pitch-black pool of coffee that is made sweeter and stickier from the syrup from the pancakes and the sugar from the cruller. The buckwheat gives it a nice bit of grit. The cruller gives it that chewy quality. It's straight-up gourmand.

 

After about an hour, it settles into a sort of ghostly memory of an old diner. The coffee smells a little stale, dusted with airborne powdered sugar. Gorgeous.

 

 

[ghoulnextdoor]

One of my brothers-in-law is a bit of a coffee enthusiast (also a bit of a snob, but that's not important to the story) and he drags us to every cafe and coffeeshop he can find whenever the family is all together. This smells exactly like what he orders, or some version of it: cafe mocha and a pastry, bitter-chocolate darkness meeting sugar-glazed fried dough. He's Icelandic, so he usually goes for the cream cake option, but this is my rose-tinted glasses recollection of those afternoons I've spent at small tables while he evaluates the beans, the roast, the crema, and I just smell this exact combination over and over until it becomes the scent of family obligation turned oddly tender and sweet.