For me it tastes like drinking water from a cup that was recently washed but not rinsed very well. It’s like a hint of soap, not like biting a bar of soap. It’s unpleasant but not gross to the point of being inedible.
Because it exists somewhere doesn’t mean I assume it happens everywhere. But that doesn’t matter, I hate that it’s a thing in America and I would hate it if it were a thing in another country. I hate it here and I’d hate it there, I’d hate it anywhere.
People have different names for the colors they see. Language can affect how we memorize and name colors. This is a color naming test designed to measure your personal blue-green boundary.
Or maybe it’s middle America farmland.