Pumpkin Spice Oreo Review!

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Hey there horror hounds and disco cats!

It’s that time of year again, when night prevails over day, when the most ordinary of folk transform into the macabre and morbid weirdos that we, here at Gothober, embody all year long. Autumn has descended, bringing with it the bountiful harvest of autumnal flavors and variations on the orange hue that food scientists can manage.

Today’s autumnal treat: Nabisco’s “Limited Edition” Pumpkin Spice crème Oreos

Once inside it’s noisy yellow packaging I’m confronted with 3 rows of tawny blonde cookies on either side of deep orange filling, whose hue have echoes of both butterscotch and rust. Wafting upward is a scent that equal parts vanilla Yankee Candle and Pillsbury frosting can, along with a note of sickly sweet; not unlike that new rubber ball.

I quickly, and greedily, lift the treat to my mouth!  I bite down to feel a familiar Oreo texture sensation: the cookie crisp but not brittle, it’s filling yielding and unctuous. Then something new, a rush of holiday flavor! It’s flavor seems more apple cider spice than pumpkin spice. Crunching away, the flavor remains the same. There are notes of vanilla, warm and orange-y like autumnal centerpieces of nostalgia pressed into play-doh and sprinkled with golden spiced hay.

The residual flavimg_2237or of it lingers….lingers….lingering for much longer than one anticipates. Its feeling is of a warm gingery glow whose welcome has been thoroughly worn. All things considered. Nabisco’s holiday offering, while succeeding at the flavor of an ephemeral autumn night, loses points when it hangs around for too damn long.

Something good that stays for too long.

I think I feel a holiday allegory coming on.

Overall: 5 disco blood bags out of 7.

Review by Ordinary Oliver

Ordinary Oliver’s DAY 26

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Some really lovely editing, textures and scenarios in today’s short film “A(n)droit [An Exorcism of Consciousness]. Gothtober Day 26 

Ocean waves, public transportation, objects of bondage, divination, consumption and identity create a push and pull for the sense and sensibility of the viewer. 

Shot entirely solo in urban locations around Southern California, it’s a feat to shoot stuff like this without tripping over yourself, watching your device get carried away by an unknown bystander or having it destroyed by the waves of the sea.

Yet, here it is, every shot meticulously captured and sliced to fruition.

It’s truly a lovely way for one to debut Gothtober, and so we tip our hat to Ordinary Oliver, as his endeavor is most impressive, and we can’t wait to see what he’ll do next.