I can't remember the last time I vented artlessly about my ambivalence towards the words passion fruit and energy; imbued into every other shower gel and body lotion. It's certainly been a good 2 minutes anyway. Ironic really that I can be that dispassionate, about passion fruit, a fair to middling flavour of fruit that like a hot model, has danced it's way effortlessly to the top of the food chain disregarding all laws or meritocracy. How? It's just got a cool name.