No more battling unrippable plastic wrap; no more tearing tough tines from red rigid raspberry licorice! No! Oh, no! The ease of enjoyment, the civility of simplicity. Honor has once more bore to the fore of quietly enjoying a bag, an inch-length of springy, sticky mango licourice. Alone. Wrestling packages for a sweet are happily in the past. Today it's the "Tango Mango;" a sublime, chewy licourice from the land of koala's, kangaroo's, and satisfied licourice lovers like me.