The color inside the can is unfortunate, an elixir painted gold and not the namesake ebony. The flavor is mysterious, a muddled cocktail of vanilla, blueberry, and blackberry, all tied together by a humdrum saccharinity that teeters on the brink of becoming syrupy. Acidity is nonexistent, every sip lacking a certain tartness that would give its tedious taste texture- and its disturbingly calm effervescence is helping no cause. It is an experience defined by banausic characteristics and an overall plodding personality, a sometimes functional flavor that is let down by its intense apathy in taking chances. A completely generic tasting drink.
Each can contains: caffeine (160 milligrams), taurine, guarana, l-carnitine, inositol, ginseng and B vitamins. Any kick is woefully average, lasting three hours, and contains all the jitters fifty eight grams of sugar can cause. In the end, Rockstar Blackout is simultaneously both more and less than the anticipated Red Bull clone it ended up being.