Ginger Altoids=bad joke played on innocent hipsters.
Really, though, ginger and mint?
Anyway, after spitting out the Ginger Altoid (and no, I'm not implying that I am in any way hip, just that that's obviously the demographic they're marketing to), I had to cleanse my palette with some good 'ol fashioned Jolly Ranchers. Remember those?
I am such a product of my youth.
And, for those who care, it was watermelon. Also, you can find those Jolly Rancher sticks at your local iParty. Because, as we know, despite containing the same chemistry as the Jolly Rancher suckers, the sticks somehow taste better. Can't explain it, but it's true. It's like the whole Motrin vs. Advil thing with me. Motrin works, Advil doesn't. They're both Ibuprofin, yet for some reason, Advil does nothing for me. Also, the cream version of Aspercreme seems to work better for me than the lotion version. Again, same contents, different effects.
It's probably all psychological. Everything with me seems to be psychological, so why not this?
[Listening to: Pearl from the album Whirlpool by Chapterhouse]