Bubly – Bellini Bliss

This is, I believe, the second Bellini flavored water I’ve sampled—and I think I liked the other one better—I’ll have to check my notes. I had to look up the Bellini Cocktail again to see what it is. Okay—Prosecco and peach (for those of you who’ve just been quaffin’ ’em down without knowin’ what’s in ’em). This version, I’m sad to report, tastes like vomit. Vomit coming up—which is, hopefully, the only way you’re tasting vomit! Coming up. For all I know, the cocktail might recall vomit as well—maybe it’s something people get nostalgic for. Vomiting, I mean—after all, people are nostalgic for The Nineties. I want to be excited about all the fake cocktail waters… but this one… no. The can says: “peach, pineapple, mango flavors”—yeah, those, together—sounds vomity to me. It’s funny, the can has a bit of a pinkish vomit hue, as well. Or else, the color of garbage, in some old comic books I remember (once in a while, someone had to depict garbage, and they went with this odd pink color). I do really like the name, though—it just has some poetry to it—like, Bobby Petrino and Bo Pelini and Bubba Zanetti and Cundalini and a girl I met in Fayetteville named Bubly Bellini Bliss.

No. 134 – 12.30.25