Ethan Switch - Sunday, January 14, 2007 - Print Version
Makes for a low buzz alternative to running the head under a stream of cold recycled water this Mother does. Fits in the hand like the others on the market, them being V and Red Bull. To that end, is as easy a projectile to launch from the comfort of the side pocket of jeans or even a jacket. Yet, it's not the drink type to suit up a jolt of jazz in such quick order.
A very berry delicious flavour, any real sense of caffeine overload is nowhere to be had. Rise is up in a second or two only to fall back to the levels previous. No running around madly with cut lips bleeding from licking the thorns of a rose bush. The other ingredients are merely minor players to the overpowering nature of its berry force.
There's a bit of The Amazon in the can, acai berry to be supposedly exact, and it's the ingredient which makes for its soothing hit on the tongue. Others may call it hairy, overt in its delivery of the puckle. Taste is not unlike faint memories swinging in fond streets of that nectar Dr Pepper.
Mighty impressive logo design signals a promise of rough brain justice. Misleading for a shot of 250 millilitres of pleasantness that sits well in the back of the throat and leaves no after burn on the tongue.
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