While the initial vertical fork dive delivered a seemingly singular blood orange message, samplings of the various individual components revealed their respective charms – the honey taste was distinct and left a glossy layer of plump and protection on my lower lips that amateur tongue-mopping cannot remove, and the icy, pulpy blood orange insert in the middle was a satisfying shot of citric that added a zing of acid danger to the moussey proceedings. 4/5

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