Phorm is the name and I am a bit ashamed to admit it took a good few seconds before I could pronounce it- the can is otherwise pleasantly clean, but as I verbally struggled, all I could think about was my time in grade school. That is not exactly what energy drinks should remind one of.
A pet peeve of mine is when a colorful can, and flavor like fruit punch, pours out crystal clear. I am sure food dyes are unhealthy, though I am no doctor, but the little kid in me, hooked on bright shades of my favorite primary and secondary colors, takes over sometimes despite my best efforts. Cherry, lemon and blueberry are listed in silver text on the white portion of the sixteen ounce can, and one certainly does taste that, but things are slightly off-centered. There is an acidity here that is just wrong here, a lactic tart tang that hits your taste buds like a watery yogurt. And this perplexed puckering do those fruits dirty, quickly becoming all you can think of when this bubbly beverage rests on your palate- all this ultimately ruins what could have been an enjoyable, if ordinary, caffeinated fruit cocktail. It is really a shame too, because the carbonation is terrific, an airy, almost foamy effervescence that elevates every imbibe to textural ecstasy. And the sweetness, the familiar duo sucralose and ace-k, while lacking the physical weight on your tongue, never feels synthetic. This is a conflicted, confused potent potable that fails to properly represent its country.
With 200 milligrams of caffeine, the buzz is easily the best thing here. But a three hour long kick is only "so" nowadays, with many others offering more of my namesake chemical. But this is 'Merica, where our energy drinks wear our nation's flag and are made with domestic and international ingredients.
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