Fanta Grape was nearly my downfall as a child. On a hot African day, there was nothing to beat the colour, the taste and the icy bite at the back of the throat. For all I know, the closest this Fanta got to a grape was the deep purple colour – but it was pure joy in a bottle, and even better with a blob of vanilla ice cream floating on top.
I did not have a Grape float very often. In fact, I seldom drank Fanta Grape because my mother banned me from fizz, except on very special holy days. Faced with such restrictions I would do virtually anything for an ice-cold Fanta Grape, but if I drank a dozen a year away from my mother’s gaze, it was a lot. And, on a point of disclosure: Context does work with PepsiCo (not the maker of Fanta) on sustainability.