With its corrupt spelling, "Phocus" has all the staples of a bad energy drink. Only this is not an energy drink, at least according to the can. What gives? Its caffeinated nature, in addition to its familiar can size and fluff text, this fits the bill dead on. Unfortunately, its shrink-wrapped label does not fit the aluminum as well, with pockets of air lining the metallic circumference, feeling cheap in the palm an explaining why a four-pack was found in my local store's clearance rack.
I am a pushover for grapefruit drinks, and Phocus is a pretty good one. Perhaps it is the seltzer nature, which gives an earthy chew to each sip, or perhaps it is the absence of sugar, letting the distinct sourness crawl through the herbal grasp. What ever it actually is, it is a good time. Carbonation is curt and aggressive, a raspy texture that destroys all commercialism the eleven and change ounce container could ever dream of distributing. Your tongue will no doubt come unprepared for the imbibes on display here, a wake up call to palates accustomed to the more mainstream examples of sugar-flavored potations. It demands smaller mouthfuls than normal, forcing you to sit back and consume without pressure, a peculiar product that refreshes especially well if you review energy drinks. Not just one or two, but thousands, for well over a decade. You deserve a break.
With only seventy five milligrams of caffeine from green tea, in addition to some l-theanine, expect an hour long kick. It is not much, no, but hey, remember, this is not an energy drink. Only it is, so the kick disappoints.
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