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  • These biscuits taste of childhood. They taste of Sunday mornings after watching Tales Of The Unexpected the night before. They taste of cups of tea in bed and a full Irish breakfast (With potato bread and soda bread). They taste of cotton reels, toy truck convoys and high tea. When I was a child the foil wrapper used to make the chocolate taste better, the mint taste sharper. Now unwrapping one of these is to taste the past.
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