Sending Chills (Down Your) Back

Fellow Perthites, for the love of all that is holy, don’t buy a Brownes Cola Chill. Or accept one as a gift.
It’s nasty, nasty stuff. So nasty, I’m yet to discover what it tastes like.
Inspired by Rod, I thought I’d use a lull in tonight’s Ten Pin Bowling outing to give one a try. Bad move. Floating in the top of the carton was a congealed mass of something which (and I’m being delicate here) I sipped, and then redeposited in the carton with a flourish. I don’t know what it was, but I suspect there’s a je ne sais quoi about mixing cola flavouring and milk and leaving it to stand for long periods.
In any case, I returned it, to the dismay of the lady behind the counter. “We’ve had a few of these today”, she sighed. “Would you like to try another?”
I’m brave. I took another carton.
It, too, had a congealed mass in the top. I settled for the relative safety of a Mocha Chill.
You can’t have it both ways. While Coke seem to have settled on a formula for Vanilla Coke which isn’t too bad, it may take a while before the market is ready for Coked Milk. With or without gelatinous masses.