||Smoky, dark. A hint of cough syrup. Spicy. A solid soda.
||Surprise, it's brown!
||I can no longer discern taste.
||Smells like Santa Claus
||Barely, if it wasn't brown, I'd swear it was from the L.A. river.
||None really. At least, none worth mentioning.
||Cheap British chocolate brown
||I want to go home.
||Slight-like a Thai whore's skin
||Bay horse brown
||Sweet, round- like Nell Carter if she were sweet yet artificial at the same time- wants to be more.