I am not sure why Monster here thinks guava is "ultra" or a "vice," but the textured can appeared in my local grocery store in an unmarked pile near the exit; either I found it before it could properly be displayed, or no one cares.
A gentle pull of the tab at the top, a slight pour and out comes a sharp pink. It does not have much in way of an odor, and first sip is only slightly more exciting. The sweetness, achieved by the unusual order of our usual friendly neighborhood blend of erythritol, ace-k and sucralose, hardly tastes diet, with just the texture lacking the honest heft of actual carbohydrates. I applaud that, and only that here. Guava is present but is uncommitted to delivering the full experience, its tartness threadbare and unfulfilling. I wanted my teeth to be punched through my mouth with every imbibe, but Monster here seems almost scared to dedicate an entire sixteen ounces to a single piece of produce, let alone one with such a particular personality.
Each can contains 150 milligrams of caffeine, a decent quantity that results in a decent two hour long kick. B vitamins, taurine, inositol, you know, your average suspects, round out the nutrition facts on the back of the metal transport. Overall, the only vice here is pretending to be one.
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