He’s a poet, he’s a picker
He’s a prophet, he’s a pusher
He’s a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he’s stoned
He’s a walkin’ contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
Takin’ ev’ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
The Pilgrim, Chapter 33
Yeah, basically. You get the same flavour but in a powdered form. Imagine opening a bag of chips and getting a soggy mess of liquid vinegar. It would be chaos. Its probably cheaper too, but I don’t know shit about chip manufacturing.