Done in Venezuela once a year for Christmas, the entire family female community gets together, put together an amazing mix of ingredients under the strict directives of the family matriarch.
Long preparation, a flavor that varies from family to family.
Never the same, layers and layers of complex flavors, pretty much like an old Bordeaux from a famous Chateau.
You can call it a tamal on steroids, if you want.
I'm not Venezuelan, but lived there many years, and will never ever be able to forget the many hallaca-related marvellous chow experiences I enjoyed every Christmas season.