This feels like the innocence of limber and languid ice cream truck summers at my grandparents’ house, rolling right past the tumultuous teen years and into those humid days and hazy nights of — hey nineteen — living on my own. A still impressionable girl developing her poise and confidence as a young woman.
Strange. Tasty. Needs a stronger base.
Edited to add: If you ever come across this review, Dad, thanks for the memories. It was nice to talk yesterday.
Song pairing: Steely Dan — Hey Nineteen
Flavors: Cream, Grass, Mineral, Orange, Orange Zest, Spicy, Vanilla, Wood