News arrived this morning that Chocolate maker Hershey will be discontinuing the venerable Cherry Blossom candy from its lineup.

This is like Santa Clause retiring.

I haven’t had one of these things in a long while, a good long while, but I can still remember the sheer luxury of flavour associated with this confection.

Packaged in its iconic yellow box, the Cherry Blossom was the top branch of the candy tree, as it featured the kind of chocolate you’d find on a really good Easter Bunny and combined it with a Maraschino cherry to deliver a gooey, syrupy, explosion of, well, chocolate and cherry.

This was the apex predator of chocolate treats.  A person would have one, and only one of these before requiring an angioplasty.  Even as kids, we showed an appropriate level pf respect for what it could do to you, and like I said, we were kids, who had no problem stuffing ourselves with candy until we puked.  Yet we respected the Cherry Bomb.

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