Ha ha ha, someone already got me on that joke years ago, lol. I tried a cold Guinness and complained that it tasted like pureed dog sh!t and the guy said it tasted better at room temperature, so I tried a warm one. Turns out that it tasted the same and went from hard to chug down to impossible. Now this was in containers with the little doohickie in them. I am willing to assume (hope?) that it tastes much better, fresh, in a pub in downtown Dublin (if not, it might go a long way towards explaining The Troubles). But at that point in my life, I wasn't drinking for taste, I was drinking to get drunk and hopefully reach a state of unconsciousness and, well... I turned down the offer of a third one. Or maybe the combination of large amounts of cinnamon schnapps and the Mad Dog 20/20 Orange Jubilee (the grape always gave me the trots if I sucked down more than two or three bottles of it in one evening) that I was chasing it with had blunted my taste buds that night, IDK. It's all kind of vague - but I remember hearing, "Son. Son, are you all right?" whilst being shaken awake by the (then) mayor on his front lawn at 6:30 the next morning when he had gone out to get his Sunday newspaper off his sidewalk quite clearly
. IDK which of us was more upset over that one, but since I vomited on his house shoes it was probably him...
Try it with a couple of apples and - if your juicer can handle it - a carrot.