The smell of coconut conjures up the notion of warm climates for many. For me it is the childhood memory of my father who would sometimes come home with a real coconut. This mysterious fruit intrigued my brother and I. My father would take a hammer and break it open. This was a very special event at home and we always enjoyed the whole experience – the crack of the nut, drinking the juice, eating the flesh. With roasted coconut, and organic coconut milk, blended with a touch of rum and our milk chocolate ganache, this is a flavor that reminds me of my father and the fond memories we shared over such simple pleasures.