Oh boy. I don't like writing negative reviews, because, I mean, I love Caesars. That's why I write this blog. I want to celebrate the delicious drink and give readers a map of the good and outstanding Caesars in Victoria.
But sometimes I'm disappointed. Well, disappointed isn't really the right word in this case. I was impressed. I was impressed by the hideousness of this creation. Mott's, what the eff are you thinking?
I'll admit that I am a total sucker for the impulse-buy shelf at BC Liquor stores. This summer I drank a few canned "Dos Locos" margaritas. I enjoyed this authentic margarita product imported from New Zealand on hot summer days after a sweaty bike ride home. So when I saw a couple of new canned Caesars, I had to try them.
I grabbed a can of Mott's Caesar Lime (LIMITED EDITION) and a can of Mott's Caesar EXTREME. I haven't tried the can of extreme yet, but I did test the Lime one.
But sometimes I'm disappointed. Well, disappointed isn't really the right word in this case. I was impressed. I was impressed by the hideousness of this creation. Mott's, what the eff are you thinking?
I'll admit that I am a total sucker for the impulse-buy shelf at BC Liquor stores. This summer I drank a few canned "Dos Locos" margaritas. I enjoyed this authentic margarita product imported from New Zealand on hot summer days after a sweaty bike ride home. So when I saw a couple of new canned Caesars, I had to try them.
I grabbed a can of Mott's Caesar Lime (LIMITED EDITION) and a can of Mott's Caesar EXTREME. I haven't tried the can of extreme yet, but I did test the Lime one.
As you can see in the photo, the can is bright green, heralding the imminent arrival of LIME! This made me pause for a second as I poured the pinky-red liquid into a glass. Is it going to be watermelon flavoured?
No. No it's not. It's LIME. It's so very lime. So unnecessarily lime. This is the bastard child of a slutty margarita and an unbalanced Caesar. I raised the glass to take a sip and my nostrils were filled with the scent of artificial, canned margarita perfume. I pushed through the aroma and took a sip. There was the Clamato and vodka, and still the omnipresent, cloying lime. You can't escape it. I wondered who developed this flavour? What maniac thought this was necessary? Who OK'd this product? At least they had the foresight to label it "limited edition," as if to say, "Don't worry. We'll never do this again." |
As I said before, I wasn't necessarily disappointed. Disappointed is what I would feel about a passive, failed attempt at creating a new version of this classic cocktail. There is nothing passive about this drink. Its flavour is aggressive. It grabs you by the ears and screams "I AM LIME!" while making direct eye contact. Then licks the side of your face to make sure you remember the encounter.
It's not good. You should avoid it, unless you want to ice someone you hate. Don't fall for it while you're in the line-up at the liquor store. Grab a Dos Locos instead.
I'll try the Mott's Caesar Extreme this weekend and I have high hopes. There is no way it can top the dumpster fire that is Mott's Caesar Lime.
It's not good. You should avoid it, unless you want to ice someone you hate. Don't fall for it while you're in the line-up at the liquor store. Grab a Dos Locos instead.
I'll try the Mott's Caesar Extreme this weekend and I have high hopes. There is no way it can top the dumpster fire that is Mott's Caesar Lime.