There is nothing like it: bright orange, springing to life, pulling attention, holding the eye. Orange Fanta in glass: bright and happy and beckoning.
Now we are somewhere else.
We feel uncomfortable; something is going to go wrong. It is a can.
It is a can of orange Fanta, but it is a can. Someone pulls the tab. ...Someone takes a sip. It is tart, but lacks flavor. Color, perhaps, but not zest.
This is Fanta in a can.
We used to think you could not taste the difference. Well, some told you that, but it never stuck,
because they did not know. Orange Fanta
in glass; the best ever. The greatest of
all time.
So you know you can taste the difference, but why? The glucose, the malic acid, the citric
acid, the faint acids that don’t have names, they are the life of Fanta in
Glass.
In a can, the organic acids go bad. They go rogue. They leach out metals. They leach out copper and tin. From an alloy can, they leach out tungsten, gallium,
vanadium, and in Siberian cans, polonium.
Orange Fanta in cans is bad for you. Orange Fanta in bottles is bright and alive
and can only leach out hope and happiness.
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