To avoid sounding like the Grinch, I do not feel all that warm and tingly inside looking at the various shades of red to Gorgie Cranberry Party Pop. The wavy pattern makes the faint white text hard to read, and there is a lot of it at both ends of the small metallic real estate on offer from its twelve ounce transportation.
A lovely shade of deep vermilion pours out, really selling its cranberry basis. First sip, however, exposes a less than convincing development. While there is a shock of acidity, a tartness that had my lips curling into my tongue, there is a harshness to it, a bitter bite that resembles munching on those crunchy crimson circles as any could. Problem is, who eats raw cranberries? The fruit hardly registers on the palate, the sparkling cocktail really not having all that much in terms of flavor, specifically very little of that wonderfully complex holiday nectar. Each gulp ends up simply tastes like dirt, every imbibe starting with an avalanche of earthiness and climaxing with a steady trickle of herbal funk. The potent potable's overall dearth of a decent sugariness does not help; sweetened with glycosides (reb m), the experience is inappropriately undersweetened, unable to rescue poor palates from the medicinal clutches of all the crude supplements making their influence known throughout the mouth.
A cool 150 milligrams of caffeine does help soften the blow of the overall disaster that is Gorgie Cranberry Party Pop- a two hour or so long buzz that is like every other similarly sized energy drinks around. But after this, I will not be RSVP'ing to their next shindig.
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