Woolworth's Pressed Clemengold Juice Tastes Like the Sweat Dripping off Satan's Choad

In South Africa we have a Marks & Spencer's rip-off called Woolworth's. This Woolworth's is not to be confused with the nickel and dime store in the US, as it aspires to provide both trendy department store offerings as well as quality food products with an emphasis on a lot of private label Trader Joe's type stuff featuring organic and locally sourced ingredients. Since there is a Woolie's in Nelson Mandela Square, where I work, I often end up going over there during my lunch break to pick up various ingredients my dad requests. This past Tuesday I was tasked with getting some organic orange juice. The Super Spar next door to our housing development usually offers freshly squeezed OJ that is quite good, but they only had tiny bottles this weekend and we ran out. So, off I went to Woolie's during lunch.

I arrived only to find that they were completely out of organic OJ. Jess, I think our new drop out of business school idea is supply chain consulting in South Africa. Almost every super market here has the crappiest supply chain management ever--if something is in stock, stock up because it likely won't be there next week. Instead of getting the standard Woolie's OJ, which is from concentrate and thus grosstastic, I decided to get the Pressed Clemengold Juice, which I assumed was pressed juice from clementines. It was clearly fresh, pulpy (we like it with mit fruitfleisch) and was a beautiful deep orange color.

My dad gives me some for breakfast this morning and I'm sad to report it was LIES! All lies! This stuff tastes like ground up vegetables. It's TERRIBLE. There's no hint of citrus or anything remotely orange-y at all. It tastes like carrot juice made from old dehydrated carrots with some dusty potatoes and a bit of rotten beet thrown in. It's foul and I hate it. I'm never getting this crap again, in fact, I want my whole ZAR21 back (about $3)! Rip off, I say!

Guess this means I'll have to brave the dreaded Checker's Hyper to get their freshly squeezed OJ. Ugh. Checker's Hyper deserves its own entry.