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Unilever. A company so rotten, so steeped in scandal, that we had to turn this into a goddamn miniseries within […]

You walk into any supermarket, and there it is: the Nestlé empire. KitKats, Nescafé, Maggi noodles, Perrier water-hell, even the

You thought the first cup was bitter? Buckle up, because Costa Coffee’s cupboard of skeletons is far from empty. Part

You thought the first cup was bitter? Buckle up, because Costa Coffee’s cupboard of skeletons is far from empty. Part

Warburtons. The name screams good old British comfort – warm, fluffy loaves you’d slather with butter and call breakfast. But

Pret A Manger. The name alone conjures images of hurried Londoners, clutching their artisanal sandwiches and ethically sourced coffees, weaving

Subway. The name conjures images of fresh veggies, lean meats, and the promise of a healthier fast-food option. But behind

Unilever. The name’s plastered on your toothpaste, your ice cream, your bloody laundry detergent. They’re in your bathroom, your kitchen,

In Scotland, there’s whisky, and then there’s Irn-Bru. One burns your throat and warms your soul; the other’s a neon-orange