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When I was little, joy came wrapped in a pink sachet.The sound of the ice cream vendor’s bicycle horn after school was enough to send me into begging mode. And if I was lucky, I’d be handed that glorious pink triangle of happiness: FanMilk’s Strawberry FanYogo. Cold. Sweet. Tart. Everything that made after-school treats worth running home for.
That tangy strawberry flavour was more than just yoghurt—it was childhood.
Fast forward to adulthood. I’m wandering through a supermarket (as one does when avoiding responsibilities) when something pink catches my eye on the fridge shelf. Slender bottle. Familiar logo. Could it be? I walk closer—and there it is: FanYogo Strawberry, bottled up like a grown-up version of my childhood fave. I didn’t even hesitate. I grabbed one, popped the cap right there, and took a sip.
And just like that, I was eight years old again.The same creamy, tangy strawberry flavour. Just smoother, sleeker, and with a cap instead of scissors. It wasn’t just a drink—it was a time machine. Suddenly I could remember sticky fingers, dusty uniforms, and the pure bliss of slurping frozen yoghurt in the heat.
The bottle may be modern, but the soul of it? Unchanged. And honestly? That’s what makes it so beautiful.
In a world where everything is constantly being reinvented, FanMilk kept the magic alive, just in a new shape. It’s still refreshing. Still affordable. Still pink, thank goodness. Only now, I don’t need to beg anyone for change. I just grab one, close my eyes, and sip on memories.
So, shoutout to FanYogo—for bottling nostalgia, flavour, and joy in one gulp. Some things grow with you. This one followed me.