Soda hearts

As fabulous as soda is, I confess I'm not much of a soda drinker. Yes I often dabble in dishes that are cooked in cola (gasp) and I do confess that I'm an often prey to the illogical grape soda taste but I've never scrawled any soda name on my grocery list..but there is one soda that I absolutely adore, in fact not only adore I've known to order copious quantities of it online if/when it's available. 

It's a rarity outside of Japan, and not easily found in Japanese restaurants either, but when I do happen to find them, I like to snort that stuff into my body till the point of bursting and then some more. 

This soda is called (drumroll) 'Ramune' which is often pronounced 'lamune' in Japan. 

A quick Google search will tell you of its cute soda glass bottle that is sealed with a glass marble (like one of our banta's) that has to be pushed to open the bottle..that it's original is a lime flavour and that it comes in a bajillion other flavours.

What it won't however tell you is that Ramune is pretty much the Cocaine of soda world. It's unbearably addictive and fabulously divine. 

It's not too sweet, not too zingy, not too full with flavour, not too over the top anything. It's sublime, subtle, delicious, ethereal (especially the lemon-lime original flavour one) and plays on your taste buds an invisible harp of fairylike intangible tang. 

It's like a soft kiss on the tip of the tongue of gossamer wrapped fizz that tastes like faint whispers of bubblegum and lemon. 

It's so incredibly delicious that I'm waxing poetry for a soda. 

But it's not just any soda. It's 'Ramune'