The actual grapefruit flavor here is light, an ulterior taste that is never on the forefront of your tongue during the few gulps the twelve ounce can offers. The morning favorite fruit is shrouded behind the sweetener system, one that is at the same time syrupy and grainy. Thirty seven grams of sugar, sucrose and glucose, the saccharinity here builds in the back of your throat, clamming it to a saccharine halt where the sugariness is swiftly knocked aside by the potation's acidity. This tartness is otherwise understated throughout the experience, but it comes close to climaxing here, its potency augmenting until it collapses without much of a payoff- but that works here in cementing the beverage's reticent disposition. I liked every sip this Red Bull offered, an explorative take on a flavor not often experimented with.
Power is this drink's biggest flaw, a taciturn kick that stumbles on itself with only 114 milligrams of caffeine, B vitamins, and taurine. This produces only an hour and a half long buzz; tomfoolery I cannot sanction at its retail price of three plus bucks.