This eight plus ounce elixir pours out crystal clear, so at least they got that hue right. And it smells as any peach potation should, and upon first sip, it tastes as one should too. Things are a bit sweeter than my tongue would have liked, the experience crackling with freshness until it is met by the twenty six carbohydrates from the sugar/glucose blend. The purported fruit flavor, artificially flavored as both the front and back of the packaging so amusingly declares, fortunately never goes full candy-mode, but this saccharinity flattens much of the acidity and dulls almost all of the lively verisimilitude your palate is punched with that fleeting moment the liquid hits your lips. Carbonation is complacent to the point of distraction, the little bubbles doing the bare minimum without ever encouraging another sip. It is a good thing this can is so small, or else I might really have begun detesting this drink.
With a paltry eight milligrams of my namesake chemical, my body is growing disenfranchised with the brand's beggarly buzz. Lasting an hour at most, I could feel my fingers reaching for another caffeinated cocktail, and not necessarily one reading "Red Bull."
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