I Scream, You Scream . . .
I once had this soft-serve ice cream called "creamsicle swirl." The orange part of the swirl didn't really taste like creamsicle, or even properly like orange of any sort.
It tasted more like St. Joseph's chewable baby aspirin. Brought back a whole lot of horrific childhood memories of having to chew a handful of those little monstrosities. They made me hate that orange taste so much that I'm surprised I don't have scurvy as an adult.
Can you tell I'm behind on my NaNoWriMo word count? Just don't ask. I'm self-editing again.