\n<\/em>Five years of journeying and seeking had yet to bring me to a home in which to plant my feet and rest my head.\u00a0 In that time,\u00a0 my
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<\/a><\/em> short stays included Stockbridge, MA, Sedona and Hopi AZ, Philadelphia PA, Santa Monica and Oakland CA,\u00a0 Jerusalem Israel, Bend OR,\u00a0 Salt Lake City UT, Chicago, IL and the Hudson Valley in NY.\u00a0 Come fall of 2012, I arrived in Nevada City, California.<\/p>\nMy friend and I were camping in the forest on the Ridge near North San Juan.\u00a0 This little town had two establishments–the Brass Rail, an odd mashup of a pizza parlor, pool hall, bar, and local grocery; and the Ridge Stop Cafe.\u00a0 As we left the bar, I wondered what exactly I was thinking.\u00a0 I was living out of a car, had no kitchen, utensils or materials, and had never even made chocolate for anyone before!\u00a0 I stopped by the local coop for some supplies, got permission to use the side kitchen at the store, and with some improvisational flare and a measure of grace, created an array of A month later, I had left Nevada City and the Ridge, and on Christmas of 2012 I camped alone in the rain on the Pacific Coast north of San Francisco.\u00a0 Entranced by the pounding surf and majesty of the sea, I wondered what next.\u00a0 As I sat there, mindfully sampling a full array of the chocolates I had created, her charms captivated me and called me back to the cauldron.\u00a0 So Nomad Organics was born.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Like you, I have long been in the spell of chocolate.\u00a0 I was never a candy-man; I preferred the subtle pleasures and dark mysteries of cacao to the cloying sweetness of brightly colored sugary tarts. Even the finest dark chocolates, though, were sweetened by heavily-refined sugar, and when those times came that I completely eliminated … Continue reading The Story<\/span> <\/a> One day, the Brass Rail had a party, and my friend suggested that she could do bodywork in a corner.\u00a0 The manager agreed, and spurred by some muse, I asked, “What if I made some chocolate?”<\/p>\n<\/a> chocolates that had a unique texture and taste, and, best of all, that I sweetened with\u00a0 local raw honey. After selling a handful at the party, I was left with a lot of chocolate.\u00a0 I decided to walk over to the cafe the next day to see if they would sell it.\u00a0 They said yes.<\/p>\n