These items were gifted to me by some great BOTL’s on here. I decided because of their greatness, they deserved at least a half-assed review on my part. Robbie sent me the Camo Black Ice and I had been dreading drinking it for probably a month and a half. I also wanted to smoke the White Owl from Phil at the same time. My friends were doing Edward 40 hands, so I they compelled me to do Edward 24 hands with Camo. We searched out and found the most ghetto liquor store that had the Silver and Black variant. I figured I might as well get a sampler, so I got the Silver to accompany my Black. Greg (bush16thstone) also wanted to do 24 hands, so he followed suit. As we were taped up, the cans were opened, and I took my first sip of Black. I was met with the most acrid, bitter, strong alcohol, “beer” flavor. I quickly took a sip of Silver hoping it would take away the lingering flavor of the Black. While not as offensive; having less flavor, it didn’t really help anything. They were far worse than I ever imagined they would be. All I had now was the fact that I had to finish them…
I drank the Silver up pretty easily and about a third of the black. I ripped the empty silver can off of my left hand and went to light up my white owl. Honestly, I was pretty drunk at this time, so I don’t really remember much of the tasting notes other than the fact that I thought it was orange flavored and it was peach and that it wasn’t all that bad. I was expecting much worse and was kind of surprised. It drew well, tasted like cheap light tobacco, and I smoked it down to about an inch. It didn’t match very well with the deep nastiness of the Camo Black, but I’m sure if I smoked it sober, I would be highly offended. I have to believe that if my taste buds weren’t numb, I would’ve hated it.
I passed out pretty early because it was snowing and no one showed up to our event. When I woke up, around 5AM, I had the worst hangover I’ve ever had. I only attribute it to the cheapness of the liquor. My body just felt so angry with me for putting such vile things into it. However, a big thanks goes out to Robbie and Phil for a allowing me the great pleasure to sample these delicacies.
P.S. Greg threw up…then again he drank his 24’s way faster than me.
