Juice Monster is back with a very naughty apple, though which exact variety has yet to be discovered by this soon-to-be caffeinated tongue. While I do like the tattoo-art visuals on the slab of aluminum, I do not really understand what Miss Lady here has to do with monsters, fruits or energy drinks. Maybe it is the evil witch from "Snow White?" I dunno.
Mildly carbonated and aggressively sweet, Juice Monster Bad Apple resembles a poorly sparkling cider. The unexciting effervescence slows down the elixir's momentum, declining quaffs down to a crawl as you otherwise eagerly look to guzzle down the entire sixteen ounces on offer. It is a real shame, since there is a good raw bite to each imbibe, this earthy edge of legitimacy that only becomes available with honest orchard involvement. Sugar, glucose and sucralose sweetens well, but it is the potent potable's tartness that sincerely makes sips shine. It, combined with the saccharinity, almost clumps up in the back of your throat, as if pulp is building up, a fabulous facsimile of what happens with honest mouthfuls of the stuff fresh from the tree. In addition to actual apple juice concentrate, we also have pear puree, which adds little in terms of actual flavor, but does dull the presence of the yellow, red and green autumn orbs. Even the most accomplished of palates would fail to identify which cultivars are involved, the whole thing homogenized into a sleek but indistinguished energy drink. Too bad we get so little personality here, especially when its artwork has so much.
160 milligrams of caffeine appears and does its job then goes home. The buzz is a serviceable two and a half hour long one, with familiar favorites ranging from taurine to inositol to B vitamins. It too does not live up to the charismatic can.


