Tropics

I just can't say enough about Rockstar Guava. Far and away, it is the best energy drink that I've ever had the pleasure of pounding. The initial flavor is like a blast of POG, only to be followed subtly by a gradual mellowing aftertaste. Altogether, very satisfying, no, absolutely deliciously exhilarating. As if a tropical vacation, the entirety of experiences eating fresh coconut, fresh pineapple from the fields, fresh mai-mai, swimming on beautiful beaches of golden, red, and black sand, gently relaxing in the life of leisure, with every notion of hard-nosed workaholicism a distant memory, as if all this were condensed into a single, majestic can, from which the nectar flows as a gracefully undulating billow of smoke, a weak yet elegant manifestation of its power.

Interestingly enough, as I looked at the Rockstar website in order to buy a case or two of this precious drink, I discovered not only that there is no mention but, more surprisingly, that Rockstar was founded by the son of none other than Michael Savage, of radio fame. Really makes you wonder whether any psychotropics...