Food: Harry Potter Jelly Bellys

My youngest son is sampling a box of Harry Potter Jelly Bellys with me. I get to eat the Black Pepper because he doesn't want it; the Grass is reminiscent of new-mown rhizomes; the Vomit is redolent of warm spit; the Soap almost lathers in your mouth; the Bacon is hard to find a cachet after the Soap; so we rinsed our palates with the Cinnamon. We had a consensus though to just forgo taste-testing the Booger, the Dirt, the Earthworm, the Earwax, the Rotten Egg, the Sardine. OK, just one Sardine. Ugh!