What in THE hell is up with this product? I thought I'd try it, because there was a load of them in the deli fridge, indicating that more than one person might consider this a wise purchase.
Dudes. In my day I have eaten burnt meat by-products off the side of a clump of charred manzanita with the smell of creosote, diesel fumes and wet, baked raccoon hanging in the air. And I am telling you, I couldn't finish a bottle of this stuff.
For those of you who have tried and liked it, what was your favorite part of the experience? Was it the salt-water rush on the front of the palate, the cheese-flowing-like-post-nasal-drip finish? Or is the extreme wince good exercise for the facial muscles?
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