This isn't the Lintons' proper red velvet. It's darker, richer, a cookie made of passionate desperation. Like how Heathcliff would rather be driven mad by Cathy's ghost than live in a world without her. The taste is so enrapturing you'd take any form of it, even if it overtakes and destroys you. Every bite torments, haunts the red velvet that came before it. You'd rather be consumed by its decadence than settle for anything less. Just like Heathcliff for Cathy and Cathy for Heathcliff, some cravings are worth the madness.