The aroma wafts towards you from 100 paces.  It’s the unmistakable scent of baking, mingled with the rich headiness of cinnamon.  I close my eyes and move blindly in the direction of the divine deliciousness.  Then I see it…it’s a sign…no, really, it’s a sign that says “Cinnabon”.

I move closer, lured by the aroma-induced euphoria and existential knowledge that something heavenly awaits if I follow this path. 

Inside the sacred temple of temptation I catch my first glimpse of this divine decadence and I know…I must have it.  Flavours of vanilla, lemon, caramel and chocolate offer themselves to me like vivid red roses to bees.  And like a cult follower, I point weakly at the one that begs me to take it.

I take out my purse and gradually everything comes back into focus.  I realise that I am in a shopping centre – Canal Walk – and that this is a little store selling cinnamon rolls.  My religious experience evaporates as I part with R12 and eagerly clutch my freshly baked bun.  I open the wrapping as if it were a diamond necklace and inhale the beautiful cinnamon. 

The first bite is utterly beyond anything I had imagined.  (These things always look better than they taste, right?  WRONG!)  Every bite was a thing of unsullied beauty and, as I took my time and allowed my palette to revel in its treat,  all was right with the world.  The hot rolls are taken from the oven freshly baked, and then filled with a cream cheese frosting which melts into the swirls of the roll.  A hint of lemon brings out the vanilla and cinnamon flavours.  This is heaven!

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