We try to stay out of politics here on The Caffeine King, so why Black Rifle decides to bring them up in the first place is beyond me. Consumers of any kind should be able to purchase the energy drink of their choosing, so long as they reach the recommended age for all that caffeine, and I mean, look at the can here! It is pretty awesome, the bright yellow contrasting wonderfully against the dark black, but then my eyes see that flying flag of fabric and are, again, reminded of the brand's nomistic silliness.
Crystal clear in color, Project Mango comes so close to achieving greatness that it stumbles headfirst into badness. Mango is in-fact tasted and functions alone, but this is not the same fruit you taste from a mouthful of that moist yellow flesh; Black Rifle sacrifices nuance in favor of the kind of rudimentary flavor that gives candy companies their high. The fruit pops for a single moment of splendor per splash on the tongue, only to be immediately washed away by an avalanche of aquatic anguish, like a drop of a real energy drink chased down by a plain seltzer. It is not exactly good but it is kind of interesting, but without a firm sourness, all that is left is sweetness. And that is where my biggest gripe lies, achieved exclusively by sucralose, and boy, does it have some problems. Namely, it just cannot reproduce honest carbohydrates, but we knew that already, but it is a bigger issue here than it should be. The texture is harsh but empty, like a plain setlz- you get the picture. Then there is its artificial aftertaste, something that lingers on like a mouthful of Splenda sachets.
With 200 milligrams of caffeine, the buzz derived here is worthy of its appearance, making its disappointing taste all the more disappointing. Then again, mangoes are not native to the US, making its "all American" fetish even funnier; maybe that is why this soft drink sips so slovenly?
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