Have you ever tasted Dr. Tima's Honey Kola? It is the real deal. Without intending to date myself I will tell you that I grew up in advertising terms as a member of the Pepsi Generation but on Coke's side, not New Coke.....NEVER New Coke....oh that was a shameful disaster. This was a time when I was secretly hopeful that I would walk into a supermarket and get pulled aside for the Pepsi Challenge and, of course, I would confidentally declare Coke victorious. Mean Joe Green was tossing sweaty jerseys around and Coke was teaching the world to sing.....in perfect harmony. Cokes were my last great vice. I eat organically, locally, naturally and wholly. I annoy my parents and my friends badgering them about their food, what it is? how it was raised? and where it came from? Until recently I still lived and loved, admittedly shamefully, for an icey cold Coke.
Coke is amazing. I have been lost in the mountains in India and the sands of Africa, hoping I would make some sort of human contact, find a small village or shepherd or traveler who could point the way to people or town or shelter, I often found myself in places where I wasn't even sure if I would find water yet alone people......but there was always a Coke. Always. I never thought I would betray my old friend, my beacon, my light in a dark foreign land (and the local movie theater). The truth is that Coke is filled with bad stuff. Bad for your teeth, bad for your skin, bad for your body and bad for the planet.