If I remember correctly from my high school days back during the original OPEC oil embargo, it would be Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill.
WINO WARNING! This shhitte has an online “fan club,” and they rate this stuff as “the king of all flavors of Boone’s Farm,” giving it 99 pts. Sommelier’s everywhere throwing up in their mouths and choking it back down, just to kill the thought of the taste.
And in outing Schroeder, Charlie Brown takes that first self-loathing step out of the closet, one which many years of therapy will do little to resolve . . .
That distinction belongs to Mr. Machete.