The
best thing about writing this blog is that I get to learn about British history
and culture while also trying really standout British products. They can’t all
get four-star reviews, but this week I’m forced to give out just that. Prestat Ltd
holds a royal warrant from Her Majesty the Queen as “Purveyors of Chocolates.”
Prestat
proclaims itself the inventor of the chocolate truffle, which was enough to
make me first stop and take pause. The business was started by a French
immigrant to Britain named Antoine Dufour—unofficially in the 1890s and
officially in GB in 1902. That its current owners do not know the complete
company story and have been working tirelessly to archive its past is
definitely some of Prestat’s charm. You can read so much more about that search
right here. One of my favorite little tidbits is that Charlie and the Chocolate Factory author Roald Dahl was a big
Prestat fan. He even centered one of his more macabre novels for grown-ups, My Uncle Oswald, around the chocolates.
Here’s a little excerpt:
“I opened a drawer and produced a box of
chocolate truffles. Each was identical. Each was the size of a small marble.
They were supplied to me by Prestat, the great chocolateers of Oxford Street,
London. I took one of them and made a hole in it with a pin. I enlarged the hole
a bit. I then used the head of the same pin to measure out one dose of Blister
Beetle powder. I tipped this into the hole. I measured a second dose and tipped
that in also…”
Prestat
today makes chocolate truffles that are quite a lot bigger than a small marble,
hot chocolate, chocolate bars, and wafer thins. We sampled the London gin
truffles and thought they were amazing. Picture a white chocolate/lemon/gin
exterior with a bit of a fizzy aftertaste (achieved by using popping candy as
an ingredient) encasing a creamy milk chocolate center.
We also tried four of
the miniature chocolate bars: a milk chocolate, dark chocolate (70% cacao),
dark chocolate raspberry, and milk chocolate with roasted almonds and sea salt.
These
chocolates stand out not only for their taste but for the bold and brash
designs of the packaging and website content. In the early 2000s, artist Kitty
Arden—who is famous for her distinctive dressing gowns, pet coffins, and
paintings—designed this packaging in primary and secondary colors and prints to
rebrand and revive Prestat—to turn it into a show-stealer.
Not
so long ago, a young woman named Diana Spencer did that for the British royal
family. My copy of Vanity Fair came
in the mail just the other day, and there was Diana’s famous 1997 photograph by
Mario Testino on the cover. I knew that, even though I’ve avoided it for quite
awhile, it was time to start writing about Diana. Diana the show-stealer. In the
1980s she took the focus off of Queen Elizabeth, Prince Philip, and Prince
Charles and kept it on herself for the better part of two decades. It explains,
in part, why Americans know so much about Diana, so little about the royal
family she married into.
Biographers
of Prince Charles mostly argue the same thing about the prince’s relationship
with Diana: he had slept around Britain for all of his 20s and still had no
long-term relationship to show for it; he was starting to feel like the British
public and his parents expected him to get married; he was in love with Camilla
Parker Bowles (who was married, who was not viewed as an appropriate mate by
his parents); when he met Diana it seemed like the right thing to marry her and
be done with it.
It’s
not so romantic, that. Settling. It’s also somewhat hard to believe. Diana was
beautiful and well-spoken and fun. She took the royal family by storm in good
ways and bad, and she took the British press by storm too. They adored her.
They made her the most photographed woman in all of the world. That Diana’s
husband was married to her but pining for someone else for years is something most
people found difficult to believe when the news first came out.
Maybe
that’s why Vanity Fair can still feel
confident putting a long-dead princess on its cover, why the British press can
still compare Kate as a mother with Diana as a mother and know people will
remember what they’re talking about. She was a show-stealer.
Among the royal warrant holders, Prestat is a show-stealer
too.
Where to buy: My Prestat
chocolates were hand-delivered by my in-laws, fresh off a trip to London. You
can find them in the U.S. at Chelsea Market Baskets in New York City; they will
also ship them to you in cool weather.
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