You _wish_ it was the sushi-flavored one
The AV Club had an article a couple of weeks ago in their ongoing "Taste Test" section about Japanese candy drops.
Starts off with a bit of milieu:
The country is currently experiencing a boom in "candy drops," the little tins of hard candies familiar to Studio Ghibli fans from the film Grave Of The Fireflies, a beautiful but heartbreaking animated film directed by Hayao Miyazaki's partner Isao Takahata. In that movie, a tin of fruit-flavored candy becomes almost a fetish object to two starving, desperate Japanese children in the wake of World War II. That's an odd association for a harmless candy to carry, but given Grave's status as an enduring classic of Japanese cinema, it's an association that's bound to continue.
Then proceeds to rate the beer, sushi, tuna, and hamburger flavors. Because... Japan. And there's an embedded video of AVClub staffers making humorous faces, and good times were had by all.
So, my co-worker M. Shiu is back from her New Year's in Hong Kong. We have a little ongoing cultural exchange going on, M. Shiu and I - philosophical kung fu, Okie Noodling, I sent some Russian-strength black tea home to her dad which he apparently enjoyed while thumping his chest in manly fashion. And she returned, opened her travel bag, and handed me sesame candy, "chrysanthemum embryo" tea, some cola candy in a little mock Coke can, and...
Aaaaah! It's, they, the, kid from the anime, on the tin, and... and... "Recently nuked? Try "Grave of the Fireflies" brand Candy Drops!, the choice of starving radioactive doomed orphans everywhere! Now in Razzleberry Damned and "I think that may be a piece of my lung" Grape! They're... they're... I can't even finish the joke, mind exploding aaaaahhh nooooo hurrty!!!
So the bottom line is our Miss Shiu is basically kicking my ass at ironic cultural exchange. I have a line on some yak jerky, but even so, I am not winning here.
Starts off with a bit of milieu:
The country is currently experiencing a boom in "candy drops," the little tins of hard candies familiar to Studio Ghibli fans from the film Grave Of The Fireflies, a beautiful but heartbreaking animated film directed by Hayao Miyazaki's partner Isao Takahata. In that movie, a tin of fruit-flavored candy becomes almost a fetish object to two starving, desperate Japanese children in the wake of World War II. That's an odd association for a harmless candy to carry, but given Grave's status as an enduring classic of Japanese cinema, it's an association that's bound to continue.
Then proceeds to rate the beer, sushi, tuna, and hamburger flavors. Because... Japan. And there's an embedded video of AVClub staffers making humorous faces, and good times were had by all.
So, my co-worker M. Shiu is back from her New Year's in Hong Kong. We have a little ongoing cultural exchange going on, M. Shiu and I - philosophical kung fu, Okie Noodling, I sent some Russian-strength black tea home to her dad which he apparently enjoyed while thumping his chest in manly fashion. And she returned, opened her travel bag, and handed me sesame candy, "chrysanthemum embryo" tea, some cola candy in a little mock Coke can, and...
Aaaaah! It's, they, the, kid from the anime, on the tin, and... and... "Recently nuked? Try "Grave of the Fireflies" brand Candy Drops!, the choice of starving radioactive doomed orphans everywhere! Now in Razzleberry Damned and "I think that may be a piece of my lung" Grape! They're... they're... I can't even finish the joke, mind exploding aaaaahhh nooooo hurrty!!!
So the bottom line is our Miss Shiu is basically kicking my ass at ironic cultural exchange. I have a line on some yak jerky, but even so, I am not winning here.