Imagine the Loch Ness monster binging on a box of Turkish Delight sweetened with aspartame, taking a nap, and then unleashing a mean piss on a new bar of Ivory Soap. Now imagine deep-throating that bar of soap.
This is what Springbank tastes like.
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The thing is: it's actually kind of good.
I like this description very much.
It reminds me of the piece of food writing I am the proudest of. Not the most florid or complex, but the the most brutally accurate.
Writing of a certain northern chinese noodle soup, that was full of oil and cumin and cheap ground meat that had been thrice-fried and redredged in oil and spice and chile, I said: "I think this is what dog food tastes like to a dog."
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