My nose shakes hands with a fabulous scent of the Chinese export, and our first sip is somehow better. It is completely out of left field, exposing a gentler side of Rockstar the company has never shown. The tralucent elixir sparkles coarsely, an explosion of brusque bubbles with each of the many marvelous gulps. The flavor of peach is benign yet passionate, the translucid tonic quaffs with heft and robustness rivaled only by the fruit's own flesh. Ace-k and sucralose have one of their better performances here, complementing the honest pithiness of the flavor without exhausting the taste, or aftertaste, into chemical fatigue. Tying the entire package together is a amicable acidity, a teasing tartness that taunts your tongue and encourages you to continue pounding away at the luscious limpid libation.
Each can contains: caffeine, B vitamins, taurine, l-carnitine, and inositol. For a flavor as outstanding as this, the buzz is shamefully tepid, lasting two and a half hours at most. Overall, Sparkling Peach stands above nearly every Rockstar before it. And probably after it.