Ode to a cookie

Si simple, et quand même si séduisant, this little biscuit.
He comes from a pâtisserie on Mont St. Michel in Normandy, France.
He is made of good French flour, Normandy butter (best butter in the world, some say), sugar, and lemon. Maybe a little salt.

Yes, he is enclosed in what seems like excessive packaging, but only imagine his journey across the ocean, and this does not seem so excessive. It keeps his crumb supple.
And what a crumb:

He is like a miniature tart, no? A tart with soft lemony filling, gently caramelized on top. At two inches across, he is a very mini tart. So he does not induce much guilt after eating.

He has companions, also: similarly tart-shaped, but filled instead with chocolate. Is it just chocolate, or is there also a flavor of noix de coco? I prefer the lemon, though.

The delivery man is very sweet, too. He deserves his own separate ode, however.