Pouring out opaque, this is absolutely beautifully scented- I would get this in a hand soap. But the flavor? Well, let us just say Benny has nothing on Red Bull's wildly wonderful 2018 potent potable. Plum is not strong enough in this rendition to sustain an entire twelve ounces, the fruit occupying all but a fleeting moment of the entire experience. What else is there? Unfortunately, each and every imbibe climaxes with an earthy impurity that ruins its commercial viability. Supplements like lion's mane mushroom are a possible suspect, but my money is on its choice of sweeteners: cane sugar and Reb A Stevia leaf extract. Though my body yearns for honest carbohydrates, there is not enough to provide either the toothsome grit or weight as the sips are sipped. Most egregiously though is how sucrose is not able to combat the medicinal messiness from the natural sweetening agent. Some lemon juice concentrate helps brighten the hydrated prune, but the nectar, its loose body and caustic astringency, is left unchecked by a decent honey to help balance out the citrus annexation. But that is hardly a consideration as soon the herbal funk washes over and grows to become about all you can taste, so that later that night you have dreams of Stevia plants dancing in your head.
The eighty milligrams of caffeine involved is not enough to justify the rather disturbing flavor, the hour plus long buzz just not lighting up my twinkling holiday decorations. But hey, Benny took a chance, and yeah, it failed, but I cannot let that gumption go unnoticed.
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