Silver and white are not exactly the colors one associates with the vernal season, but that did not stop Red Bull from featuring them on their annual Spring Edition. The purported flavor too, Cherry Sakura, is a bit of a deep cut that surely is to raise eyebrows instead of wet palates, but so what? Curiosity is something so often absent in energy drinks, so let us crack open a can and see just what the brand has in store for us this year.
Cherry has a nasty habit of resembling medicine when not crafted carefully in these common caffeinated cocktails, but not Red Bull here. The flavor is another knockout, sweet when you expect it and sour when you need it. The drupe is robust and nuanced despite all thirty eight grams of sugar working overtime to convert it into candy store fodder; if you close your eyes, you can almost taste the earthy pit and sylvan stem as the vivid vermilion medley navigates past your tongue and down the hatch. The fruit is not so honest that you can detect individual varieties, however, but this is about as far from the pharmaceutical hodgepodge as you can get. There is a refreshing herbal finish as the saccharine syrup makes its closing arguments, an almost woody aftertaste that lurks just far enough out of sight that you struggle to pinpoint just what the heck you are tasting so late into the twelve ounce offering. And that is a good thing, because I cannot remember the last time I finished a potent potable and kept thinking about it. This is a brooding, interesting experience that proves not all energy drink drinkers pine for mainstream mud.
Yet this is where the wheels fly off, the kick. Just 114 milligrams of my namesake stimulant appear here, concocting a disappointing two hour long buzz that the brand should be better than. But this is such a wild tasting product that, you know what, who cares. I liked it regardless.
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