Maybe, but they are right (AI or fleshbag). I love artificial banana flavour way more then the current banana and have dived deep into the madness that is the banana industry. We are eating lies when we could have been eating Gros Michels if only greed did not prevail.
My introduction to banana flavor was the penicillin liquid medicine as a kid, I got in a bit of trouble drinking the whole bottle at night, and more trouble by doing it to every bottle I could find later (my siblings illness was a small price to pay). I have been chasing that high of flavor ever since. My parents tried to give me “real” bananas after but they are but a pale imitation that only dulls the edge of my craving.
Haunted, made ravenous, beastly, low - by knowledge of a flavor too pure for this world. Left lurching, bereft, cursed to sin against kith and kin, searching desperately, urgently, for a satisfaction that can never be born.
Maybe, but they are right (AI or fleshbag). I love artificial banana flavour way more then the current banana and have dived deep into the madness that is the banana industry. We are eating lies when we could have been eating Gros Michels if only greed did not prevail.
god no do not bring back Gros Michels, artificial banana flavour is bleh
i suppose soon we’ll have to compromise and start liking (or not) a new banana flavour though, if that banana disease gets to the current version
Agreed. I accidentally bought tropical antacids and like 50% of them are banana flavor. I’d rather just have indigestion
Blasphemy!
Hate to tell ya but I had the same inverted experience. “How come this gross artificial banana tastes nothing like bananas?! Ohhhh…”.
It does kinda drive me nuts though, not knowing what the real deal tastes like. Can only imagine, for you!
My introduction to banana flavor was the penicillin liquid medicine as a kid, I got in a bit of trouble drinking the whole bottle at night, and more trouble by doing it to every bottle I could find later (my siblings illness was a small price to pay). I have been chasing that high of flavor ever since. My parents tried to give me “real” bananas after but they are but a pale imitation that only dulls the edge of my craving.
Haunted, made ravenous, beastly, low - by knowledge of a flavor too pure for this world. Left lurching, bereft, cursed to sin against kith and kin, searching desperately, urgently, for a satisfaction that can never be born.
The heavens weep!