Okay so I think it's pretty much universally accepted that tobacco is the ultimate in legend as far as the "perfect" juice hunt goes. One persons unicorn ends up being anothers stable nag with a kindergarten project horn taped on in the glitter bombed dimension of false superiority.
For me, it's cherry cola, dark chocolate, and peanut butter. Every single juice I've tried with those flavors has ranged from no flavor, a what in the hell were they thinking? face, or wondering if I just got a big 'ol lick of a sloppy mad chemists beaker coaster. I get told "Oh, you just have to let those flavors steep." May as well say "Give it a clockwise shake every other Tuesday and open the lid during a full moon for 24 hours and 7 seconds. Take it to the roof, face north, and chant in aramaic while cross eyed for 5 minutes every night, then make a pillow nest and warm it with your .... until morning. Talk to it like a plant, because if it doesn't feel loved and pretty, the flavors just won't develop the same. On the day your behavior gets so weird your SO threatens separation or divorce over strange juice behavior, it's ready!"
For me, it's cherry cola, dark chocolate, and peanut butter. Every single juice I've tried with those flavors has ranged from no flavor, a what in the hell were they thinking? face, or wondering if I just got a big 'ol lick of a sloppy mad chemists beaker coaster. I get told "Oh, you just have to let those flavors steep." May as well say "Give it a clockwise shake every other Tuesday and open the lid during a full moon for 24 hours and 7 seconds. Take it to the roof, face north, and chant in aramaic while cross eyed for 5 minutes every night, then make a pillow nest and warm it with your .... until morning. Talk to it like a plant, because if it doesn't feel loved and pretty, the flavors just won't develop the same. On the day your behavior gets so weird your SO threatens separation or divorce over strange juice behavior, it's ready!"