If like me, your prime focus for the last score years has been a fruitless (yeah? you with me?) search for something momentously totally tropical to fill the gap largely left by the downturn in fortunes of Lilt, be at peace now.
Actions required: put your hand in that wallet, pull out exactly 49 pence, and put it in the hand of your local convenience retailer with a sturdy smile that can only mean closure.
Carbonated water, sugar, stabiliser, acidity regulator, preservative and some remnants of pineapple and coconut make for the most delightful concoction; stabs of potent coconut swashbuckling the tongue from nowhere at the moment you begin to languish in fruity complacency.
On mentioning plans for this blog to my colleague in Average Food, Joshua, his terse response, in slightly lilting tones, was “beware the pseudo-beverage.” In years gone by I’d have been in agreement with such caution – but we have clearly entered a new age, where the counterfeiters have caught up.
The taste of the Caribbean (made in Thailand), as appraised by a white boy from Leeds, is back. Within its field, this is little short of sensational stuff. Think of this as the really good Versace handbag knock-off of budget 330ml cans.