Brause-Brocken
Candace sent me the Brause-Broken, and I was immediately delighted by their individual, but detailed wrappers and the fact that they resembled little slate floor tiles. Intensely sugary slate floor tiles.
I worry, biting into a square of Brause-Broken, that whilst chewing them I am condemning my teeth to crumble into the same powdery, fizzy texture. Not only it is obvious that one is eating sugar, but indeed this sugar seems oh so much sweeter than most sugar, like an entire cake’s worth has been compacted into one tiny square. This would be very useful if you were a superhero who had to eat whole cakes to activate your powers, but unfortunately no amount of cake eating will distinguish me from a mere mortal.
On each little tile the web address is cited, and I decided to check out exactly what www.ajoh-brause.de had to offer. The site being in German, I had to rely on my translation skills:
"Specially large and sour shower right parallelepipeds. Spritzige geometry for tongue fun. They taste and tingle after forest master, lemon, orange and Himbeer. The roller coaster travel for taste nerves."
Oh boy! Sour shower right parallelepipeds! And you can buy shirts with the sailor logo on them. I get the idea that the whole Ahoj-Brause range is indomitably cheerful, that sailor girl waving her flag, negotiating a sea of syrup. The Brause-Brockens would be the life vests.