Apr 25, 2000
Taste memory
I woke up this morning with the taste of Inca Kola in my mouth.
This alarmed me, because I remember the drink as being a frightening concoction. Glowing bright yellowy-green in the thin Andean sunlight, it contained more caffiene than a mouthful of dehydrated Maxwell House, more sugar than a spoonful of Tate & Lyle (only worse on your teeth) and a taste vaguely like bubble gum – a bit like Irn Bru (Scotland’s other national drink), only more wanton.
This morning’s experience offers conclusive proof that Mountain Dew has an exotic cousin, at least the morning after the night before…











