Picture this: it’s 9 p.m. on Halloween night. The last trick-or-treater has come and gone, the kids are sugared up and finally asleep, and the candy bowl looks like a pack of raccoons went through it. You turn off the porch light, peel off your costume’s itchy wig, and think, “Now it’s my turn.” Friend, trick-or-treating is for the kids. This cocoa bar is for the grown-ups who survived it. A spiked…