Most who know me are well aware that once or twice a year, I send the stock of
Cadbury-Schweppes PLC up a point or two due to my utter dependence on one of their products for relief from the semi-annual attacks of bronchitis that follow a cold or the flu—and then hang on like a grasping in-law for weeks before I finally break down and go see the doctor for some real medication. Summer and winter, I can almost hear their people in the executive suite going, "Hey, we gained two points today! Leger must be sick again!"
The product, in case you hadn't guessed, is
Halls® Mentho-Lyptus® Cough Drops (and its variants, Sugar-Free Halls and Halls PLUS® with the liquid cough-syrup center). Over the years, this little lozenge has succored me against sore throats, post-nasal drip and chest congestion where all other nostrums have failed, even the supposed strongest prescription cough syrups. Since its creation by the Halls brothers in England and through being bought out first by
Warner-Lambert Laboratories (since gobbled up by
Pfizer Inc.) and then by C-S, a couple dozen flavors have been trotted out for those (like me) who couldn't stomach the original plain menthol variety: cherry, honey-lemon (my personal fave), strawberry, spearmint, coffee and even green tea (in China only).
But tonight in a Rite Aid, I just ran into the weirdest flavor yet. I shit you not, people: in a bold experiment in co-branding with the folks over at their corporate sibling
Canada Dry, the Halls makers are now selling
ginger-ale-flavored cough drops.
Behold and marvel. I bought some out of sheer curiosity, as I have guzzled many a glass of Canada Dry and/or of apple juice when ill in the past.* The taste was about what I had expected; while they might do in a pinch, I'd never choose them over my good old honey-lemon and cherry.
Am I the only one who thinks this is a way-out idea? Or does it make sense to anyone else who has had to (or chosen to) drink ginger ale when sick?
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*These two drinks always take me back in memory to my late maternal grandmother's house in Broussard, LA, just south of Lafayette where I was born; aside from her giving them to her sick grandson when she'd care for me to relieve my mother, these drinks, along with the old cyclamate-laden original Fresca, were among the few things she could safely quaff after she learned she had diabetes. (Diet 7-Up, now another Cadbury brand, would sometimes be in her fridge when she couldn't get Fresca.) Hospitals also seem to serve me apple juice, the [thankfully] very few times I have been in them as a patient.