It's 1993, just another autumn night in flat rock, south Carolina. The tiny garage tucked away behind the little brick house would easily have gone unnoticed if it weren't for that beckoning fragrance. Tendrils of rich chocolate sweetness and vanilla perfume seep through the garage door enveloping passersby in warm embraces. Scott Blackwell, entrepreneur, baker, dreamer, is hard at work, baking up a storm, baking with carefully selected ingredients, and baking his heart out. Read More »