Most people believe that candy is bad for you.  (I may or may not be one of these people.)  But some candy goes beyond being bad for you.  Some candy is toxic from pure awfulness.

Photo by Mateoutah

Photo by Mateoutah

Most people would probably be tempted by something like candy corn or Almond Joy as the worst candy ever, but at least they are edible.  No, I am talking about seemingly innocuous nasty.

THE WORST CANDY in the history of mankind has to be black licorice.

The Horror

Black licorice sure sounds  innocent and they masquerade as Twizzlers, pinwheels, or gaily colored little allsorts.  But don’t be fooled!  Black licorice is demonspawn.

Did you know that “licorice” actually means “sweet root”?  Which is a perversion of the English language because the implication of “sweet” is “delicious” and that is certainly  not the case here.  

Photo by {eclaire}

Photo by {eclaire}

Also, according to Wikipedia, “its active principle is glycyrrhizin, a sweetener more than 50 times as sweet as sucrose which also has pharmaceutical effects”.  So not only is licorice nasty, but it’s worse than sugar.  And it’s basically a drug.  

Friend’s don’t let friends get high on licorice!

Licorice has been used as a medicinal agent for hundreds of years and today we use licorice in cough syrup.  Is cough syrup delicious?  I rest my case.  Wait, no I don’t.  It actually gets worse.

Licorice puts hair on your chest!

In the movie “Willow”, Madmartigan keeps trying to give the baby, Elora Danan, something called “black root”.  Now you and I both know that it was actually licorice he was trying foist on that poor, unsuspecting baby.

Let’s listen to the sinister exchange, shall we?

Willow: What are you doing? 
Madmartigan: I found some blackroot. She loves it. 
Willow: Blackroot? I’m the father of two children. You never, ever give a baby blackroot. 
Madmartigan: Well my mother raised me on blackroot. It’s good for you. It put’s hair on your chest, doesn’t it, Sticks? 
Willow: Her name is not Sticks! She’s Alora Dannen, the future empress of Tir Asleen and the last thing she’s gonna want is a hairy chest!

Willow: What are you doing? 

Madmartigan: I found some blackroot. She loves it. 

Willow: Blackroot? I’m the father of two children. You never, ever give a baby blackroot. 

Madmartigan: Well my mother raised me on blackroot. It’s good for you. It put’s hair on your chest, doesn’t it, Sticks? 

Willow: Her name is not Sticks! She’s Alora Dannen, the future empress of Tir Asleen and the last thing she’s gonna want is a hairy chest!

Hair!  On your chest!  There’s enough hair in the Love Bungalow, thank you very much.