It must stand for 'Holy moly, this is the best yogurt I've ever eaten.'
Or, 'How can I have scraped clean the whole container and licked the inside of the foil lining twice already?'
Or, 'Heaven help me to land a job that keeps me (and the mini-monster I created by letting her try it too) in yoghurt with an 'h.'
If all yogurt from a land down under tastes like this impossibly velvety Colorado-made, Aussie-inspired yoghurt, then a relocation may well be in order.
Down there, the scarce strawberry-rhubarb flavor probably grows on trees. Or bushes.
Then again, it's sold at every Duane Reade in New York, so I guess I don't need to act too impulsively.