The initial impression is of sharpness, both physical and chemical. The shards of the pill's shell give a needly intensity to the already piquant burst of flavor from inside. Overall there is a rush of tannins and industrial astringent agents, without the pleasant chiaroscuro of sweet or soft one might hope for. There is, of course, a fruity exploding nose redolent of JP-32 aviation fuel and butterscotch.
Directly following this bitter-bitter cascade, a rush of near-acetone-like aroma occurs, with a pulsating rising nose that strains to the apex of the sinuses. This produced at least in this observer a reflexive slapping of the left palm to the chest, as if suffering from a coronary artery occlusion, and a faint epithet.
After this sharp symphonic blast the finish levels off quickly into a wide palate of pine, wintergreen, and electrical insulation. Hints of bitter almond and antimony can be detected through the essentially caustic bloom on the tongue.
We rate this a 32, on scale where 0 is tap water and 100 is glacially pure hydrofluoric acid. As an example, Flonase dripping down the back of the throat rated a 10, and Yoo-Hoo is a 71.
Until next time, we are your faithful Chevalier de Tasteguhh.