I have a nasty, nasty cold. In the icy depths of Winnipeg's Winter, where the ice storms howl and the snow machines go bump in the night I previously learned the ancient treatment for colds introduced by the Canadians- Buckleys cough mixture.
Buckleys. A word that strikes fear into the hearts of Canadian schoolchildren. It could be the advertising. Their website actually says,
Let the people who love you give you comfort. We're here to make you better.
Which is really a nice way of saying their product tastes like 4 day old Cream of chicken soup mixed with anti-freeze. Without the chicken. I have seen a Swiss girl who has been deported from two different countries shake violently in Ottawa after taking a dose administered by a Vancouver bloke (who spent a lot of time smoking his greens, but knew the right remedy for colds).
I first was given this stuff in Winnipeg when I was coming down with a cold. I remember Chris looking at me like I was going to explode. I didn't and didn't shame my mother or my nation by making a fuss either.
Active ingredients
267 mg potassium bicarbonate
153mg ammonium carbonate
22mg menthol
2.2 mg camphor
Sugar free, Alcohol free (fun free)
The descriptor doesn't improve in French either.
Buckleys. It tastes rotten but does the job. Buckleys. Only pansies hold their nose when taking the dose. Go hard or go home.
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