You pick the biscuit up. Its heavy and it drags across the floor before you lift it. The metal is damp. A internal rich moisture. You smell it. Like cinnamon rust! You run your tongue along its silver sides. Tastes like burnt bread rubbed in a fine powder of cinnamon and brown sugar. You take a nibble hoping your teeth don't break. The metal whines as it dents in. It breaks in a couple places and a wet water oil flows out to make your tongue tremble with pleasure. You bite off a piece. Oil drips down your shirt and you think you shall suck your shirt dry later. You have to chew this bite for almost ten minutes. But the flavor lasts right threw. So electric so zesty! Intense and bright.