One of the many things that is fabulous about my Parent is that she always has a mint about her person. Most often these days she'll be packing a box of Mentals - tiny liquorice mints with the force of a nuclear blast. But for all the years of my life before she discovered Mentals, she had Trebor Extra Strong Mints and now I find that I keep them in my car and quite often in my bag.
I think that for mint connoisseurs Extra Strong Mints count as sweets, but for me they are the perfect balance between minty and sweet. They'll tidy your breath up, and give you a little sugar boost - perfect for the last few minutes before an interview or date, for example, or other nerve-racking appointment. They're what I buy in the shop if I need to break a note (how the shopkeepers of the world must love me) and Herself and I feed them to each other at regular intervals on long journeys, just as I grew up watching the Parent and the Old Man passing the mints to and fro.
So mints come full-circle, it seems. Not sure about the Mentals, but Extra Strong Mints are past, present and future.
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and another great thing about your Parent is the super fabulous amazing honeycomb.
ReplyDeletemy dad and my brother go down this route. they are too hot for me (wimp). and i went off mint imperials when a child when i discovered they had beeswax in them (i thought it was bee poo), so it's sugar free polos and tic tacs for me. not the same thign i know.
do you like those weird french mints that melt on your tongue like dust? they are super yum.