Pure, raw

Mojo said, 'Try this, I love it, I'm addicted to it', so I did: 100% Raw Coconut Water.

When I tipped up the bottle to drink, I picked up a whiff of something like popcorn or cooked rice; the taste was sweet and something like card stock (I chew movie tickets) or perhaps almond butter, and it lingered.  'Something like' means I'm reaching for words to describe the strong olfactory and gustatory experience of drinking raw coconut water for the first time. Other flavors, other scents are subtle; this is a knockout, completely unexpected.

I can't say I like it--though I'm going to see how I feel about it if I drink more. It's a little sicky sweet to me--almost. I love coconut in chocolate bars, ice creams and sprinkled on banana cream pies, but this drink is of the essence of the fruit: Mr Coconut, Sir!

Hours after, I still have mouth memories.

How many things do we nibble at, or sip, and enjoy in small quantities, that have strong polarizing identity when in pure and concentrated form?  How many places? How many people?