It wasn't a pronounced taste, although to be fair this was probably around 20 years ago (good lord, really?) so I'm not sure how faithfully my memory serves. It was kind of a delicate texture and semi-overpowered by liberal amounts of jerk seasoning and some spices (cinnamon and nutmeg, if I recall). The first few bites went down well with a Red Stripe, but I kept envisioning the naked turtle sans shell and my stomach started to lurch a bit. I finished what I could so I wasn't too wasteful, but it was a fair amount of effort to keep it down after a while.
20 years is a long time to expect someone to remember the taste of soup they had. Thanks for trying :) The crazy thing is, the turtle that your soup was made of could still have been alive today. Snapper turtles can live up to 45 years. Pretty amazing.