Well, almost. For St. Patrick's Day, Emma presented me with a jar of Marmite XO, because she has a finely-developed sense of irony.
It's a revelation. Despite my well-founded suspicion of marketing stunts, this stuff is astonishing. Richer, darker, more lingering than standard Marmite. I had a large spoonful of it this morning and I can still taste it. I'm already mourning the eventual depletion of the jar.
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But Bovril is still better. Let's be clear about this.
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