It wasn't a condiment per se. It was in its own special way. That is, I wanted it as a drink mixer. After a night of drinking, I stumbled out of my favorite bar with my giggling cousin and felt the urge to drink even more at my own abode. There was a very bright, very open supermarket in front of me and I knew what I needed to make my drunk wishes come true: Mango juice. So I bought a bottle, in one of those waxed paper containers. I didn't drink much of it, it turned out to be a crappy mixer with vodka so it got shoved to the back of my fridge.
A year went by until I found it again, bulging menacingly and making disturbing sounds when I shook it. The insides were semi-solidified if the sounds were to be believed.
I am ashamed.