The body that poured into my glass is thinner than it should be, and the ugly perfume of burnt coffee comes easily with strong whiffs. Regrettably, your first sip is not unlike your eyes' and nose's first impression; your tongue has no fatty friend to play with (and probably beat in tag), a milky texture that even the most modest iced coffee circumvents with any addition of cream. The vanilla to this vanilla latte is disappointing, demonstrating its natural nuances sure, but never having the interest to take control of the experience. This would be fine however, if there were any coffee to taste. Instead, each gulp of this predominately pleasant potable shies far away from the brand's trademark. It is a shame if you think about it, but less so if you remember our low expectations.
Eighty five milligrams to an eight ounce serving, this coffee-esque concoction has some snap to it. Not much mind you, but more than its competition behind the chill chest doors.