‘Remnants of a time: Metallic twist. A sharp crack and hiss. Smoothness hits your lips. Plastic rips under your fingers, mouth watering. Teeth press in, resisting, slipping against your tongue, still tingling. Sweetness floods. It pulls. It teases. Then – SNAP. Sticky fingers. Beneath the sweetness, a twist, a burn – nostalgia with a sting. A fizzy frenzied rush of guilty pleasure that licks your senses.’ – WILE
