My Bubly Flavour Journey - Raspberry

My last two Bubly posts were for the two newest permanent Bubly flavours in Canada. Mango and Apple hit the shelves earlier this year, after previously being limited edition flavours in years past. Now it’s time for me to look at the newest flavour prior to their release, one that has been around permanently for over a year. It’s time to get into Raspberry Bubly.

There might have been times in earlier posts where I mentioned that I tend to enjoy the berry flavours a little more than some of the others. That’s true. You may have already noticed when I ranked the flavours that both Blackberry and Merryberry were near the top. That’s not going to change with Raspberry, a flavour I fell in love with as soon as it was released.

Raspberry Bubly is one of those flavours that packs a punch. By that, I mean the flavour comes through strong when compared to other flavours from the sparkling water company. You taste it as soon as you take the first sip. It’s a delightful little berry taste in your mouth that will leave you wanting more. It sure leaves me wanting more. So much more, in fact, that I find Raspberry Bubly to be the easiest flavour to pound back. I could chug a can, no problem. Aside from the big burp I need after chugging it, that is.

The only issue I’m having with it is the can flavour that seems to be coming through, as well. That might be my fault. The can I’m currently drinking has been sitting around for a while. I saved it for this post when I probably could have drunk it and bought another case. I like Bubly. Why hold myself back from drinking it? That doesn’t make any sense. That time probably allowed can and water to share some taste. Oops.

Now it’s time for everyone’s favourite part of the post. This is the time when I choose a Michael Bublé song that best suits this flavour of Bubly. This is Raspberry Bubly, so the song needs to live up to the quality of the drink. What to choose, what to choose. Everything is a song that perfectly encapsulates that Michael Bublé feeling, kind of like Raspberry Bubly perfectly encapsulates what Bubly should be. Bonus points for Everything being the strongest Bublé original, while Raspberry is the strongest berry Bubly.

Finishing off with the rankings, we’ve got Apple in first, then Raspberry, Peach, Blackberry, Merryberry, Pineapple, Watermelon, Mango, Lime, Coconut Pineapple, and finally Cherry. I have, I think, two flavours left to cover. Grapefruit and Orange.

A Few Small Words

I always have trouble when I want to start writing. I open up a blank document. There’s nothing on the page. Not a single word. I haven’t started writing yet. I know what I want to write about. I know that much. But I can’t find the words to begin.

Something about the opening sentence, the opening paragraph, is daunting. It can be difficult to find the right words. There needs to be the right combination to convey what you want to write about without giving too much away at once. Readers need to be eased into it. They can’t get all the information right up front. That’s too much. That’s exhausting. I wouldn’t want to read everything all at once. Let it flow.

I continue to stare at the blank page. The right words elude me. They don’t come. I struggle, knowing that once I find those words I’ll be writing in no time. Literally no time, because if I have those words and write them down, that is writing. I mean the whole thing, though. If I can get those few right words to set me on my way, the rest of the journey will be easy. I just need to crack the seal. I just need to open things up to let the rest flow.

There is no reason that it must be so difficult. I’m only looking for a few words. A few elusive words. It’s like they taunt me. They hang on the wind, calling for me to pull on them. Asking me to put them down on paper. Yet, when I reach out to find the words, they fade away. They drift on the breeze in a different direction. They are no longer there for me to grab. The words are gone.

I don’t know why writing has to be so hard. It’s one of the more fulfilling things in life. Those inner thoughts come out. I refine them. I clean them up so others can understand what I’m trying to say. I clean them up so I can understand what I’m trying to say. Yet I can’t, because those first few words have left me again. I’m sitting here, a champagne bottle of thoughts, ready to explode when someone pops the cork. When the words pop the cork. Sitting on a shelf for years. Aging. Anticipating a time when I can burst and people can appreciate what I have to say.

Is today that day? Is any day? I may never know.

But a few words are a good start. My journey continues.