ChocoRite Milk Chocolate Bars, Peanut Butter, 5 Ounce

This is real Belgian chocolate. The peanut butter taste is mild & set in the middle of delicious chocolate! Sweetened with Stevia. 8g's of fiber, 1g net carbs. Yum! Thus is my "go to" chocolate!

These are disappointing if you, as I, expect something comparable to "promises" when they were still available in milk chocolate peanut butter... Setting aside comparisons to what I thought it "should" taste like compared to other similar snacks, they were stale well before the "best by" freshness date that was at least 7 months out ahead: white cast on the chocolate and the center was dried up. I contacted customer service about this and she said yes, the center should be more powdery than creamy and gets drier over time... it was not peanut butter in any sense, as butter is not more powdery than moist... overall, even at a lower price now just over a dollar a bar, I don't feel compelled to have them again, as by this point, knowing that sugar is only "bad" when the mitochondria are being damaged by wireless radiation I choose not to use, I will just be content enough with dark chocolate "promises" that are at least worth the calories I still believe I have to count (even though I accept that this belief of calories in calories out thru exercise etc is flawed, not including new data learned about mitochondrial metabolism).

WARNING: This review contains TMI and other details you may find offensive, but I assure you they are all completely necessary to recreate the sequence of events leading up to the sweet chocolaty salvation.I enjoy consuming a low GI, slow digesting carb sort of diet; it makes me feel better, look better, and have more energy. But if there is one time I fall off of my slow-carb high horse, it's when my "Lady Time" is approaching.... then my inner candy monster roars to life and demands sugary confections in exchange for the sanity it holds hostage.1:30pm - Arrive to work. Politely decline gummy cola candies thrust into my face. Keep my head down and focus intently on helping another coworker with an otherwise menial task, just to ignore the satisfied lip smacking of others devouring gummy colas.3:30pm - Had coffee, feeling a little bit better... until someone walks in with a 10 pound bag of left over Halloween candy and dumps it on a very centrally located table. More lip smacking and "awwwll riigghhtt!!" 's ensue. My eyes dart frantically around the room for something to do as far away as possible from the candy bag.6:00pm - Starting to notice more and more how those scummy bastar.. erm... I mean wonderful coworkers are still going to town on their old, sticky Halloween candy... with gusto. Beginning to fantasize about how it feels when your teeth sink past the firm, sugary outer coating of those jelly beans... finding the sweet sticky jelly center... the struggle continues8:30pm - attempt to distract myself by eating turkey chili; oh how proud I once was for perfecting that recipe. Now it drops into my stomach in meaningless, anticlimactic plops. I unconsciously start staring at a colorful rolled up packet of sweet tarts sitting nearby; all cute and wrapped up like a gift just for me. As a thin tendril of drool dribbles free from the corner of my mouth I think to myself, gee I must be about to start my <you know what>.11:00pm - half an hour until I am free from the oppressive stares I have been receiving from the Halloween candy. I escape to the bathroom to relieve not only my bladder, but also my brain from being pierced by their sweet sugary little voices chanting: eat me... eat me.... eat me... I drop trou and gasp in dismay. Sometimes it is difficult always being right. As I desperately attempt to perform a little bit of panty and pants damage control, my brain screams "What I wouldn't give right now for those low carb chocolates to come in!"11:10pm - I walk out of the bathroom as composed as possible, but still a flustered mess. At this point I am walking like a geisha wearing a kimono and wooden zori sandals, even though I am in jeans and sneakers, hoping that I can hide the embarrassment by keeping my thighs glued together. I round the corner and one of the fellas from the next shift has arrived and is happily unloading small nestle crunch bars from his bottomless pit of a backpack. I can't take anymore, my brain is being crushed by 100 atmospheres of pure, unadulterated need for chocolate. I dash out the door for my car as fast as my legs can move from the knees down, thighs still glued together in my invisible kimono of shame.12:15pm - Pulled into the parking lot at home and still maintaining the kimono shuffle as I go to check the mail. There, shrouded in a shimmering ethereal glow, lies a small brown parcel.. and we all know, good things come in small packages (that's just what the small packages WANT you to think)12:20pm - Standing in the kitchen reverently lifting peanut butter chocolate bars from the package. I tear open the foil, frowning at the small size, until the chocolaty peanut buttery scent escapes and ravages my olfactory system. In one swift motion I sink my teeth in, snarling like a hungered beast. I chew, swallow, and blink several times in disbelief. I grab the box and reread the ingredients and nutrition facts a second time.... a third time... a fourth time... my brain cannot register the fact that I had been graced with such a divine tasting candy without the heavy weight of glycemic guilt. A single tear of joy rolls down my cheek. The gummy colas, the sweet tarts, even the nestle crunch... all false idols that pale in comparison to the superior taste, quality, and nutrition of my new-found savior candy. I scoff at Reese's peanut butter cups. Peanut butter M&Ms are worthy only of being hurled at my enemies.2:00pm - I sit on my haunches in a dark corner writing this review with the box of peanut butter milk chocolate bars close by my side. I warily eye the bedroom door should my boyfriend emerge and fix his sinister gaze on my precious chocolates... MY peanut butter milk chocolate bars.... he can't haz them....they will steal our precious peanut butter milk chocolate bars.... HE WANTS THE PRECIOUS..............

These used to be tasty bars- my daughter is on a strict low carb diet and looked forward to these. But they must have changed their formula because now there is a distinct after taste that is awful. We have tried four boxes and three different flavors all with the same weird after taste. I am stuck with five boxes and they cannot be returned. They are so expensive I wish I knew they changed the formula before I stocked up.

They shipped it with a cold pack but the pack, and the product were completely melted on delivery. Still tasted wonderful though!

I don't taste a lot of peanut butter here, but the milk chocolate flavor is strong. Unlike every other bar sweetened with something other than malitol, it is not bitter. The price seems high, but it is comparably reasonable. Note: The package claims that the Erythritol does not raise blood sugar. It does for me. However, there is less Erythritol than other brands, and I can tolerate a couple of squares now and then. Of all chocolate made, this one has the least effect on my blood sugar. All other chocolate I've tried usually contain sugar or malitol and similar sugar alcohols, which don't do well with me.

UPDATE...I called the 800 number on the box and left a message. A nice woman got back to me the very next morning and said she'd mail me out a new box right away. Great customers service!!Some boxes are good quality, some are horrible! Just opened one package that looks melted and the chocolate has started to turn white. Taste is off too. Can't return...great!

I'm a diehard 45 yr chocolate lover who has become addicted to these candy bars. I've ordered about 10 boxes so far and am ordering more today. I strongly dislike any type of artificial sweetener, and was very surprised that these taste great. A little pricey, but worth it to me.