I ask her why she does this hard labor. She is a pensioner, after all, and cocoa is a hard business for a woman. Besides, it is the men who lead cocoa dynasties in Trinidad. It is men who wrest glory from the pulpy pods. Men like C.C. Stollmeyer and even Christiane's boss, Duane Dove, the estate owner who promotes Trinidad chocolate to the European elite. What does she care, I ask, if the pods rot on the trees? She will get her days' wage regardless. What does it matter if the best seeds make it to market, when she has never even tasted the elegant bliss of a tablet of pure Trinatario chocolate?