Premixed High Noon alcoholic drinks in the US mislabelled as Celsius energy drinks
In a recall notice posted to the Food and Drug Administration's website, High Noon said an unspecified number of its Beach Variety packs contain cans are filled with High Noon vodka seltzer alcohol but have been mislabelled as Celsius Astro Vibe energy drink, Sparkling Blue Razz Edition, with a silver top.
The products were shipped to retailers in Florida, New York, Ohio, South Carolina, Virginia and Wisconsin from July 21 to July 23.
The recall was initiated after High Noon discovered that a shared packaging supplier mistakenly shipped empty Celsius cans to High Noon, it said.
No illnesses have been reported to date.
Celsius energy drinks are sold in Australia, but no products outside the US have been affected at this stage.
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Ask Fuzzy: What were Dr Williams' Pink Pills?
In 1899, what could best be described as an advertorial appeared in The Geelong Advertiser. The claims it made were astonishing and, if only half of them were true, everybody should be taking Dr William's Pink Pills For Pale People. The list of ailments for which it promised "certain cure" was apparently limitless: indigestion, pimples, skin diseases, liver and kidney troubles, biliousness, anaemia, sleeplessness, rheumatism, lumbago, loss of physical strength, neuralgia... Women should be especially keen because it included "all female irregularities", whatever that meant. If that wasn't enough, it was said to cure "debility" and "sick headaches", but they kept the best till last: "loss of vital forces". Indeed, one wonders why billions of dollars on medical research since then has been necessary since the Pink Pills would doubtlessly also cure COVID and AIDS. Dr Williams, of course, was just one in a long tradition of snake oil companies harvesting money from gullible people. The quack cure originated in Canada in the late 1800s and was marketed in numerous countries around the world, including Australia. In an early example of using influencers, advertisers enlisted prominent people to endorse their product. One (probably fictitious) Dr Guiseppi Lapponi - "Physician to the Vatican" - proclaimed that he had used Dr Williams' Pink Pills in his practice "with good results". Oddly enough, the pills might actually be helpful for "pale people" with anaemia. A 1909 examination by the British Medical Association found, along with liquorice and sugar, they contained iron supplements. Unfortunately, a third of the iron in the pink sugar-coated pills had oxidised. The pills, they noted, had been "very carelessly prepared". MORE ASK FUZZY: Pill contents varied over time, and some variants included aloe laxatives. There were, however, concerns and, to control fake medicines, Theodore Roosevelt passed the 1906 Pure Food and Drug Act, which led to the establishment of the Food and Drug Administration. That forced vendors to list active ingredients' purity levels on labels. While that may have had some effect, shelves today are lined with products that tap into nutrition anxiety. Concoctions promise "anti-aging" and "fusion health". They will even "fuel your cells"! In a curious coda to this story, George Fulford of G. T. Fulford & Company, who marketed the pills, died in a car accident in 1905, making him the first Canadian on record to die by automobile accident. The Fuzzy Logic Science Show is at 11am Sundays on 2xx 98.3FM. Send your questions to AskFuzzy@ Podcast: In 1899, what could best be described as an advertorial appeared in The Geelong Advertiser. The claims it made were astonishing and, if only half of them were true, everybody should be taking Dr William's Pink Pills For Pale People. The list of ailments for which it promised "certain cure" was apparently limitless: indigestion, pimples, skin diseases, liver and kidney troubles, biliousness, anaemia, sleeplessness, rheumatism, lumbago, loss of physical strength, neuralgia... Women should be especially keen because it included "all female irregularities", whatever that meant. If that wasn't enough, it was said to cure "debility" and "sick headaches", but they kept the best till last: "loss of vital forces". Indeed, one wonders why billions of dollars on medical research since then has been necessary since the Pink Pills would doubtlessly also cure COVID and AIDS. Dr Williams, of course, was just one in a long tradition of snake oil companies harvesting money from gullible people. The quack cure originated in Canada in the late 1800s and was marketed in numerous countries around the world, including Australia. In an early example of using influencers, advertisers enlisted prominent people to endorse their product. One (probably fictitious) Dr Guiseppi Lapponi - "Physician to the Vatican" - proclaimed that he had used Dr Williams' Pink Pills in his practice "with good results". Oddly enough, the pills might actually be helpful for "pale people" with anaemia. A 1909 examination by the British Medical Association found, along with liquorice and sugar, they contained iron supplements. Unfortunately, a third of the iron in the pink sugar-coated pills had oxidised. The pills, they noted, had been "very carelessly prepared". MORE ASK FUZZY: Pill contents varied over time, and some variants included aloe laxatives. There were, however, concerns and, to control fake medicines, Theodore Roosevelt passed the 1906 Pure Food and Drug Act, which led to the establishment of the Food and Drug Administration. That forced vendors to list active ingredients' purity levels on labels. While that may have had some effect, shelves today are lined with products that tap into nutrition anxiety. 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The Age
2 days ago
- The Age
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, register or subscribe to save articles for later. You have reached your maximum number of saved items. Remove items from your saved list to add more. This article is part of Traveller's Holiday Guide to Wellness & Spas. See all stories. My heart is racing faster than one would hope after two days at a health retreat. I've come here to relax, but have spent the morning feeling an edginess that is now escalating to panic. I'm standing in front of a machine that resembles a plush, white Tardis. I've stripped down to my underwear, and I am staring at the garments I've been given to put on; fluffy slippers shaped like oversized tennis shoes, long socks, ear muffs and a pair of faux-fur pink gloves. Once dressed like a midlife K-pop fan, I'll be stepping into a padded chamber in which the temperature has been lowered to minus 110 degrees Celsius. I hate being cold. I've refused once-in-a-lifetime experiences, such as swimming in the Dead Sea or at an Antarctic beach, to avoid it. But I'm hell-bent on relaxing at this wellness retreat, and while the baths and massages and breath work have been balm for the soul, I feel I'll be letting myself – and my readers – down if I don't try one of the more hardcore options. The hyperbaric chamber for oxygen therapy isn't yet open. The 'colonic hydrotherapy' (aka enema) is a bridge too far. So here I am at the cryosauna, about to be frozen and, frankly, I'm freaking out. Dressed like a midlife K-pop fan … the cryosauna at RXV Wellness Village. I'd arrived at RXV Wellness Village with, as my doctor had described it a few months before, severe stress. It's nothing any working mother wouldn't recognise; the constant whir of too many balls in the air, juggling work deadlines and the odd existential crisis with kids' sport and school schedules and getting to the supermarket. A month earlier, I'd done a Zoom consultation with the RXV Wellness Village nurse while squatting in the corridor of a Sydney courthouse during a break from a case I was covering. Irritated lawyers glared at me. The nurse had asked me what I hoped for – to relax and de-stress? Yes, I nodded wildly, as an Italian leather shoe clipped my foot. A good sleep would be nice, too, as would avoiding a repeat of that stress-induced back spasm from a few weeks earlier. Still, even finding time for the wellness consultation was stressful. I feared I was a hopeless case. The retreat resides on the extensive 50-acre heritage property of Suan Sampran. I arrive in Bangkok soon after 6pm. It's a 10-hour flight, give or take, and the plane is delayed. The 1½ hour drive from the airport takes two hours due to peak-hour traffic. By the time I arrive at the retreat, it is dark. Stress has given way to exhaustion and my already-tight muscles are even tighter. I eat dinner – a small slice of pan-fried salmon – in the brightly lit restaurant and go to bed, for a fitful, restless sleep. I wake as the sun rises over the little lush patch of jungle tucked into outer suburbia. Suan Sampran is a leafy estate on the banks of the Tha Chin River in Nakhon Pathom province, near Bangkok, and was established 60 years ago to preserve a 100-year-old Pikul tree. The bustle is not far away – a giant, grey noodle factory sits downriver – but the area is peaceful and quiet, dotted with old Thai wooden houses, bonsai bushes and mango trees. Open-air RXV Cafe. I walk out of the air-conditioning into the dense air for a jog around the lake, and abruptly stop. I'd forgotten how mugginess fogs up one's glasses – the telltale sign that a myopic has arrived in the tropics. It blocks my vision for a minute or so, as if the climate was in cahoots with the three-day, three-night rejuvenation program, forcing me to stand still, surrender control, and focus on my other senses. The humidity, embracing me like a sweaty hug. The quiet, broken occasionally by birdsong. The smell of incense from the morning offerings, still hanging in the air. My early morning is free, but most of my day has been set out in an itinerary given to me on the first night. Here, there's no White Lotus-style full moon parties or drunk nights with Russian robbers. RXV takes wellness very seriously. Breakfast is at 8am. I duly arrive at the restaurant, but it feels too cold and brightly lit. I opt to sit outside in the mugginess beneath trees hung with vines, where I watch clumps of water plants floating with the current. Outdoor yoga on the sun deck. The meal begins with a juice and a tea, designed to help me relax and promote sleep (getting me to sleep, I come to realise, seems to be the explicit intention of every staff member who interacts with me at the retreat on my first day, from the kitchen to the clinic. I must look as haggard as I feel). The food is light – today a salmon bagel, tomorrow oatmeal and berries, the following day avocado toast – finishing with a herbal tea served with an egg timer, to ensure it's seeped just right. My busy day of relaxing begins at 9.30am with a quick consultation with a nurse at the wellness centre, which is separated from the hotel by a covered walkway through the gardens. They want to know my health conditions and medications. Next is a sound healing class, which involves lying on a mat while a woman runs a mallet over crystal singing bowls. The idea is that the sound waves have healing properties. Certainly, the vibrations are so intense that they sometimes knock every other thought out of my head. But crystal bowls will not be enough for me. RXV's sprawling pool. My next stop is the doctor. She shows me through the medical side of the village – the hyperbaric chamber, colonic irrigation room and the cryosauna ('but you don't like the cold,' she says, perceptively – or maybe they'd asked me that day in the corridor). She recommends an IV vitamin drip, including vitamin B for stress and magnesium for sleep. I nod, with slight unease about what my no-nonsense doctor might think, and assume my position on a couch in a sunroom. With a drip in my arm and a pillow behind my head, I slump to sleep. After lunch and a swim in the enormous hotel pool, I'm at another consultation, this time for my spine. The physiotherapist runs a hand-held machine up the length of it, and has images on her screen within a minute. It's not in great shape. My core could be stronger. My lower back could be more flexible. This is the bit I don't like about wellness retreats – where they highlight things you've been intentionally ignoring, and suggest your wellbeing might improve if you do something about them. Vitamins and wellness tonics. Jordan Baker Happily, though, I can put those thoughts out of my mind during hydrotherapy at the most luxurious bathhouse I've ever seen. There's a 'revitalising' spa bath; an oxygen bath; a soda bath; and a cold bath. There's an infrared sauna, a steam room, and an extravagant shower, which has four settings that mimic spring rain, tropical rain, cold mist and a Caribbean storm, with different temperatures, pressures and sound effects to match. Even better, I have the whole place to myself. I follow the directions on the wall, which advise different baths for different lengths of time, depending on one's ailment. The deep sleep series starts with the oxygen bath, and cycles through the various spas and saunas for 38 minutes. It is glorious. My final stop for the day, before another light, plant-laden dinner, is a 'good night sleep' massage. By 7pm, I can barely keep my eyes open. I hit the pillow – a specially contoured one – an hour later. I can't remember the last time I slept that well. The Vitality pool in the Bor Naam hydrotherapy zone. Still, there's something on my mind. I feel like a coward for not opting for the cryosauna. The IV drip might have been delightful, but it doesn't add much to my story. Regrets about the Dead Sea and Antarctica loom large. I'd learned about cryosaunas a few months earlier, when I'd written about the superstar podcaster Joe Rogan and his bizarre physical regimen. The idea of freezing oneself seemed nuts to me, but it's actually moving in from the fringes. There are cryosaunas in Sydney and Melbourne. They're supposed to reduce muscle soreness and inflammation, and possibly stress and anxiety as well, by triggering a fight or flight response that sets off physiological responses such as drawing blood flow to the core. Sounds unpleasant, but I'll give it a crack. The next morning of busy relaxing involves a stretching class followed by a personally tailored session with the physio, who follows up on the spinal bad news with stretches and exercises to help. It is useful, and I feel great afterwards, determined to keep doing the exercises and address those perennially stiff hips and lower back when I come home. And, in good(ish) news, they're able to fit me in for a cryosauna at midday. Bath in oxygen-enriched water in the Oxygen bath. So there I find myself, with ear muffs, oversized slippers and a racing heart, waiting outside the chamber. It's big enough for one person to stand in. I am comforted by the fact that the door can open from the inside at any time, should the freezee want to escape. The screen outside lists the temperatures; minus 110 degrees for beginners, for between 30 seconds and three minutes; minus 120 degrees for the intermediate, minus 130 degrees for advanced, and minus 140 degrees for 'professional'. The nurse advises me to keep moving to music while inside. I opt for Eye of the Tiger. The liquid nitrogen has already sent the temperature well below zero when I climb in. It's bitterly cold, yes, but doesn't feel as intense as the 15-degree cold spa in the hydrotherapy room. I jog on the spot, as directed. It grows colder and colder and colder. My skin is screaming. After about two minutes, I've had enough. It wasn't as physically shocking as I thought, but I didn't feel much better. The IV drip had a more noticeable impact. For the rest of the trip, I cycle through more treatments. A Thai massage. A gut massage, from Chinese medicine (I carry tension in my liver, apparently), which involves lots of rubbing of my tummy, and a crystal mandala workshop, in which I make a pattern out of crystals and coloured flowers and the consultants read my chakra (the short version: I spend too much time worrying about things). Botanical aromatherapy massage in the Wellness Jai zone. My second night's sleep is as sound as the first. By the second day, the buzzing in my head has quietened. My body feels sore from the exercises, but light – due in part, perhaps, to the food, which is summery and fresh compared with the winter stodge back home. My mind stops whirring like a broken toy. I put down my phone and read a book. I'd been sceptical when I arrived. But over three days, I have been unwound, from a tight ball to – well, a much looser one. When I come home, friends remark on how relaxed I look. I also learn strategies to keep the stress at bay, and a renewed appreciation of how important that is. I'm hankering to do it all over again. The details Fly Qantas and Thai Airways operate regular flights to Bangkok. Stay The three-day, three-night package includes accommodation, meals and some laundry, as well as access to group classes, daily hydrotherapy, a doctor's consultation, a physio assessment and six treatment credits, which can be used for massages, IV treatments, and the cryosauna. For a single person, prices range from 54900 THB (around $2600) to 57900 THB ($2750), depending on the season. More Visit The writer travelled as a guest of RXV Wellness Village.
7NEWS
06-08-2025
- 7NEWS
Nicotine poisonings soar in babies and toddlers
The number of young children falling ill after getting their little hands on nicotine products such as pouches and vape e-liquids has skyrocketed in recent years in the US. From 2010 to 2023, US poison centres reported 134,663 cases of nicotine poisonings among kids younger than age 6, according to a study published in Pediatrics, a journal of the American Academy of Pediatrics. Nearly all occurred at home. The cases included exposures to nicotine pouches, chewing tobacco, regular cigarettes, vapes and nicotine replacement products such as gum and lozenges. But it is nicotine pouches, like the wildly popular Zyn, that are behind the most significant rise in accidental nicotine poisonings among young kids. The new research found the rate of poisonings involving nicotine pouches among kids younger than 6 rose from 0.48 per 100,000 children in 2020 to 4.14 per 100,000 in 2023. That is an increase of 763 per cent in just three years — a startling finding that correlates with a surge in sales of nicotine pouches. Nicotine pouches — which users tuck between their lip and gum and later discard — can contain as much as 6mg of nicotine, a stimulant, and have been promoted as tobacco-free, spit-free and hands-free alternatives to cigarettes and chewing tobacco. They are not, however, approved by the Food and Drug Administration as nicotine replacement products used to help quit smoking. Philip Morris, which owns Zyn, said: 'Zyn's packaging is designed to be child-resistant.' A 2021 study from the Centres for Disease Control and Prevention's Office on Smoking and Health (one of several public health groups dismantled under the Trump administration) found that sales of nicotine pouches rose dramatically in the past decade, from $709,000 in 2016 to $216 million by mid-2020. 'It was just a matter of time before they fell into the hands of younger kids,' American Academy of Paediatrics spokesperson Dr Molly O'Shea said. 'It's unfortunate but not shocking.' Why is nicotine toxic to little kids? Nicotine is a chemical that is highly toxic and could easily exceed a fatal dose in small children, according to a 2013 study. The chemical increases heart rate and blood pressure and could lead to nausea, vomiting or even coma, the study authors wrote. Most cases included in the new research were not serious enough to warrant medical attention. But 39 children had significant side effects, such as trouble breathing and seizures, Central Ohio Poison Centre and study co-author Natalie Rine said. Most nicotine poisoning cases, 76 per cent, were babies and toddlers younger than age 2. Two children, a one-year-old boy and an 18-month-old boy, died after ingesting liquid nicotine used in vapes. 'It's good that the majority of kids in the study actually did pretty well,' Rine said. 'Most kids had either minor symptoms or no symptoms and didn't require any medical management. 'But two deaths is a lot, especially for something considered a preventable death.' The study 'adds to concerns about the health risks that nicotine pouches pose to kids,' Campaign for Tobacco-Free Kids president Yolonda Richardson, said. She was not involved in the new research. 'It's critical that we educate parents, childcare providers and healthcare providers about the health risks of these products, including poisoning.' How to reduce nicotine poisonings in kids Kids are curious by nature. Babies and toddlers in particular explore their worlds by putting things in their mouth. And they're masters at breaking into drawers and cabinets to find new 'toys'. Many canisters of nicotine pouches are not equipped with child-resistant packaging. They taste good, too. Mint and fruit flavours are almost always added. O'Shea said it's critical that all nicotine products are placed far out of reach of children. 'That doesn't mean in your purse, in your back pocket or on the counter,' she said. 'It means locked away.' It's not just parents and other adult caregivers who must be mindful of their nicotine products. An April study from the Keck School of Medicine of the University of Southern California found the use of nicotine pouches among high school students nearly doubled between 2023 and 2024. 'It's easy for a teenager to be using this product and have parents be unaware,' O'Shea said. 'It's important for parents to be talking with their teenagers about products like this and having open dialogue in a non-judgmental way in order to ascertain any risk.'
