Take it from me, the voice of experience:

In your excitement over the new Harry Potter book, do not, I repeat, do not try to best your friends and loved ones by partaking of the Earthworm flavored Bertie Bott's.

And as for Rotten Egg, just put down the candy and walk slowly away from the table.

The latter in particular made me want to puke, which would have made the Vomit-flavored bean totally superfluous.

Sometimes... when I'm alone at night... I can still taste it...

I am not weak-stomached. I slurp down raw oysters like nobody's business. Sea urchin roe sushi--done it. And my love for pickled okra is legendary and well-documented in these here parts.

And as for weird Bertie's, I enjoyed Sardine on an ironic level. Soap was a rose garden in my mouth. Dirt had a piquant earthiness all its own. Black Pepper, Bacon, lovely incongruous explosions of flavor.

But for the love of all that's good in this world, don't eat Rotten Egg on a dare.

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