Yes. I grew up in one of “those” hyper-educated houses in the 70s where parents forbid junk food, TV, rock and roll, and all that. I didn’t have my first Coke until I was 19. I recall my comment was that it tasted like cinnamon. But I never gained the taste for carbonation, thus it ruins everything. It burns my mouth, gives me gastric distress, tastes like gypsum dust, and a host of other mild unpleasantness.
When I got married, my wife grew up on soda as the main beverage for everything. So I would only drink it flat. Everyone thought this was crazy.
I’ve realized the throat burn is most of what I’m addicted to. I need it just on the verge of icy (I put my drinks in the freezer for a bit before drinking). That first big swig, like sweet, delectable shards of glass ripping my throat to shreds. Mmm.
Yes. I grew up in one of “those” hyper-educated houses in the 70s where parents forbid junk food, TV, rock and roll, and all that. I didn’t have my first Coke until I was 19. I recall my comment was that it tasted like cinnamon. But I never gained the taste for carbonation, thus it ruins everything. It burns my mouth, gives me gastric distress, tastes like gypsum dust, and a host of other mild unpleasantness.
When I got married, my wife grew up on soda as the main beverage for everything. So I would only drink it flat. Everyone thought this was crazy.
I’ve realized the throat burn is most of what I’m addicted to. I need it just on the verge of icy (I put my drinks in the freezer for a bit before drinking). That first big swig, like sweet, delectable shards of glass ripping my throat to shreds. Mmm.