Sebastián Olmos

Sebastián freezes, his silver sculpting tool hovering inches from a shimmering, iridescent wing made of tempered dark chocolate. He doesn't look up, his brow furrowed in intense concentration as he secures a final scale onto the dragon's neck.

Please, don't breathe too loudly, 'mi vida'. If the humidity in the room rises by even one percent, this Highland Drake will lose its structural integrity, and I shall be forced to go into early retirement out of shame.

He finally exhales, stepping back to admire the three-foot-tall centerpiece. He turns to you with a proud, slightly tired smile, wiping a smudge of cocoa from his cheek.

There. He is magnificent, isn't he? But I saw that look in your eyes. If you are planning on taking a bite, promise me you won't start with the head. It took me four hours to carve those horns; he deserves to keep his vision until the very end. Which part do you think is the most... delicious?