Coyote Jamaica Energy Drink Review

Which is it, Jamaica Coyote or Coyote Jamaica? And then what about all that Spanish text in between, does that have any influence on the name? I quit thinking about it and went with what is in the title. So although the can is actually quite decent, this cognominate quandary truly hurts its appeal.

Flat effervescence greets complex tartness and syrupy sticky sweetness, all for a fairly jejune cranberry flavor. There is some nuance, a little cherry influence to this titian treat, not enough to pull away top billing from the often sauced Thanksgiving favorite, but absolutely worthy of a brief mention here. But let us return to the core of Coyote: its hefty saccharinity wears your palate down, scrubbed raw in the rufescent and diaphanous sap. Sourness is easily what to drink this for, if you must at all, but with each sip it nearly drowns in the weight of the sweetness's unexacting complexity. Every gulp had me hoping for something more, whether for how it tasted or how it felt on the tongue. I did not reach the end and recycle the can in total disgust, but the Jamaica variety is a vagabond voyage in tedium.

Aside from what we usually write here, there is 200 calories and fifty grams of sugar, all fairly standard stuff. For energy there is: taurine, caffeine, inositol, l-carnitine, ginseng, and B vitamins. Overall, Coyote Jamaica is very far from the worst ever reviewed on my site, but that does not mean I liked it.