It’s like swallowing a campfire whole and not getting burned by the flames. On the tongue, I pick up a small hint of formaldehyde, or at least that’s what the fumes of Dr. Muhammad’s A&P class all those years ago led me to believe it would taste like. Weird, right? What’s weirder is my taste buds welcomed it. A good slap in the face for when you’ve been a real naughty boy.