Now, nearly three years later, I’m trying it for the first time.
I was at the Southend Market. With my lovely roommate Susanna buying pudding (because my milk was about to go bad for goodness sake!!) when I saw it. Taunting me from the refrigerated section (what else could a juice titled “naked” do??).
And because I like new experiences, and because its on my list, I went for it. And then, three days later, after some pretty intense yoga, I decided that it was time.
As per the instructions, I shook it. And vigorously. I had to dance around a lot cause, the bottle said that separation was natural and goodness knows I hate separation.
And most especially, in my juice.
Then I handed my camera to Cate so that she could document. I twisted the lid. Nothing. I mean for goodness sake, this is juice we’re talking about. Its not a pill bottle or a pickle jar. It isn’t as if there is anything dangerous in there. I mean, the bottle says, quite clearly: all natural fruit. And there I was, not getting into my “power-c machine” fruit juice smoothie. So I tried again, while scrunching my face into a more contorted state. Cause that helps. And sure enough, it opened.
Then I took a deep breath, cause I wasn’t sure what to expect, and tried it. And you know what, for a name like “Naked” and coming out of a bottle that was made with recycled plastics (which makes me all sorts of nervous) it wasn’t bad at all. A little grainy. But totally drinkable. Even enjoyable.