In my younger day when it was the crass, defiantly crude thing to do, I chewed a lot of chewing gum. Beeman's Pepsin, Clove, blackjack, occasionally Fleers, once in a while, Chiclets. But as I entered my adult years, no I did not quit chewing, I settled on Wrigley's Doublemint as my gum of choice.
At the time I "quit" an eighteen-stick pack cost a quarter of a dollar. (This was up from the previous five-stick pack for a nickel, which had gone up to a dime.
At any rate, I tried a stick of Doublemint last night, just for old-times sake, doncha know. But before my review of the experience, consider this. Today's pack is fifteen sticks, down one-sixth from the earlier day. The cost is one dollar, one quarter, and a nickel, over five times the cost cited above for eighteen sticks.
The experience itself? The color is wrong; the taste is wrong, the texture is not right, the per stick quantity in-mouth is about half the real thing. and its "lasting power" is approximately the distance from here to the wastebasket.
A whole generation of gum-chewers blithely chomps away, having no idea what the real experience should be.
Or I am just a cranky old guy who remembers things the way they never were
But I think not.