Coleen Amin
1.3
It tastes incredibly cheap. Like thick, sickeningly sweet melted candy mixed with Dimetapp that's been left in a hot car for two days. The color and the fake raspberry mushy flavor might work as a topping for an excessively large drink with a beer floated upside down in it, or perhaps smuggled into a middle school dance, but I can't imagine another use for it. I don't want it, and I'm stuck with it, which sucks. It's just like a certain political figure.
