(or – What is there to cheer for really?)
Every so often a product can hold a certain place of mysterious interest. Cheerwine has held one of those slots for a long long time now â€“ and so on my drive to the great north I decided to seize the opportunity to dig through the mystery, put the Cheerwine theories that have been floating around my noggin to some serious sipping tests and also (on a very base level) to quench my almost unquenchable thirst for both knowledge and also mostly for the whole â€œI like to drink soda popâ€ thing all at the same time.
I know nothing of the history of the product. What I do know is that it is both a cherry-nated and cola-nated beverage that is presumably designed to bring me some form of â€˜Cheerâ€™ by being the â€˜wineâ€™ of cola industry â€“ which (to me) sounds tasty fun and classy all at the same time.
I bought a 12 (twelve) pack of cans somewhere in North Carolina and waited until I had a proper glass of crushed ice and a well-rested palette all ready to go. The room was rippling with excitement when I cracked open my first can . . . and I must say that the initial blast of cherry effervescence that hits your nose is nothing if not exhilarating. Then the first taste hit my lips â€“ and I became Mayor Under whelmed, from the under whelming town of Under Welmington â€“ or something like that. There just wasnâ€™t anything there . . . I mean it smelled great â€“ maybe even beyond great â€“ but the taste never made it past the doldrums better left to such sub par sodas as â€œk-colaâ€ or â€œchex cola.â€ Kind of depressed at the whole outcome, I finished the glass and put the rest of the 12 (twelve) pack away â€“ hoping that it just needed to age for a bit or something . . .
Jump forward about a month and a half â€“ and I decided to hop back into the barrel with another can . . . but this time I tried something a little bit different. Instead of using crushed ice â€“ I used ice cubes. Holy cow what a difference there was in that glass! Crushed ice must be the kryptonite to â€œcherry-goodnessâ€ – and when the battle between Cheerwine and tiny bits of ice went all sorts of down in my tumbler â€“ the ice must have gone all â€œmeltyâ€ . . .totally knocking and semblance of taste right to the curb â€“ leaving me with a nice smelling shell of a cola.
Since figuring out the trick s of the trade â€“ I have been breaking the Cheewine out every so often on special occasions â€“ pre-chilling both the glass and the can and enjoying my happy classy treat from the Carolina that seems to be on the toppermore situation wise â€“ when compared to the one on the South that is . . .
Iâ€™m just talking about North Carolina yaâ€™ll . . .
Uhm – yooze guys . . .
Ahhh – you all . . .
I just don’t know how to end things (sometimes).