Ordinarily I agree with James Koenig's reviews 1000 per cent. Not for nothing is he one one Amazon's top 100 reviewers. And yet, when he tells us we might as well just get the generic version of ibuprofen, as well as brand name Advil, I demur sharply.
Other reviewers recommend Advil for its ease of use, but I'm here to tell you the main reason to buy it is that it is tasty and sweet, rather like a cherry. If common sense and doctors warnings didn't preclude it, I would be popping Advils all day just to get that delicious taste in my mouth, like a kid in a candy store.
First week of January I had an industrial accident at my office when a large box of heavy paper stock tumbled down onto my foot from a great height. Rushed to the hospital, I found myself weak and faint, and when the doctor told me that I should be having an Advil every four hours for the next three months, to reduce swelling and to heal the fracture, I perked up considerable. Now in front of me as I type, is a king size dispenser of Advil, used to be an oversized Pez dispenser in black and gold, wearing Tim Lincecum's uniform, which some friends had bought me on a trip to the SF Giants stadium here. Now it dispenses Advil and I find myself looking at the clock wishing it was four hours later already. I'm hooked I guess, and a little piece of me wishes I could return to the days of youth when I needed nothing, no poppy or mandragora as Shakespeare says, but in the meantime I do enjoy a nice Advil every four hours, and as a side benefit, its healing atoms have sped the recovery of my swollen foot inside its sturdy surgical boot.