I was in the back of Meijer yesterday and the name of this lemonade caught my eye. I get your point, Newman’s Own… totally pure drink without that silly neon yellow coloring added in. What you’re trying to achieve makes sense. But for a moment my brain thought “HEY! RUDE!” lol… I felt very judged by a beverage for my life choices. I wondered if I had been relegated to Country Time for the rest of my life because I had been in adult relationships? Was I forced to squeeze my own lemons because someone had squeezed mine? I thought about it for way too long. Name it what you’re going to name it, Paul Newman successors…but just consider the existential crisis you are creating in the juice aisle.
