POCARI SWEAT Now, the moment you've all been waiting for. An unbiased review of the infamous Pocari Sweat. (And for those of you who haven't heard of Engrish: obviously the title is supposed to be "Pocari Sweet".) Makkuro Kurosuke examines the package. An ion supply drink? With sodium, potassium, calcium and magnesium ions? What are the ions supposed to do? Enhance the capacity of my nervous system? Didn't think so. White... powder. The cruel persons sending fake letters containing cornstarch of flour during the anthrax hysteria should have used this instead. Into the glass it goes. The package says that this amount of powder should be combined with one litre of water, but I doubt it. Brave little Haro decided to try some. And so did we. Let's deal with the smell first. The powder smelt like a combination of a swimming pool, some unknown citrus fruits and cheap tequila. And the taste? It was... extraordinary. Not exactly "the most horrible thing we've ever tasted" (more like "something that doesn't kill you instantly but instead leaves you suffering for a few months with your insides melting away"), but would we drink it again? If you'd pay us a lot of money. And we mean a lot. Poor Haro. The drink was fatal to him. Well, at least his funeral didn't cost us much. What's better than to be buried in a pink bento box? Rest in peace, Brave Warrior of The Strange Beverages From The Country Of The Sunrise.