
Certain things in life demand butter. A good grilled cheese sandwich, corn on the cob, a sticky wedding band on that trip to Vegas. Body Butter by Doc Johnson follows the motto of if a little of a good thing is good, a lot of it must be better. Enter Strawberry Sundae Body Butter.
Flava Knave entered the test lab a little scared of this one. With visions of Kramer as a well basted turkey running in his head, the thought of covering himself from head to toe in a gelantenous pink goo went from long time fantasy to some kind of twisted sexual Fear Factor. So armed with only a can of whipped cream and half a jar of expired Marachino cherries, the Knave basted himself with Body Butter and invited any willing parties to lick it off. Unfortunately the only thing Body Butter attracted were 3 houseflies, a Japanese Beetle, and a guy dressed in a sailor suit singing YMCA. Needless to say, Flava's asian fetish reared its head and only the beetle was given access to the taste test. It promptly started flying erratically and died 7 feet 8 inches away.
So what went wrong? Well first, a strawberry sundae is a subtle mix of flavors; the smooth and refreshing cream, the decadent fudge, the hint of nut, all things found in Flava's boxers on a normal day. The Body Butter, on the other hand, tasted more like the southern end of a north bound mule. And it smelled slightly worse. I wasn't aware that their was an artificial flavor that could so perfectly replicate the smell and taste of 3 day old vomit, but apparently there have been a series of breakthroughs in the field of flavoring that would have been best to remain undiscovered.
Flavometer Scorecard:
Originality: 21
Practicality: 17
Seductivity: 14
Digestivity: 9Publish
Overall Score: 61










