High Fructose Corn Syrup - 485 Reviews

Could this possibly resemble cough syrup any more? From the colored plastic bottle to the name (sounds suspiciously like Robitussin) this just screams medicine. I can see a new trend of kids "robo-tripping" on this stuff. They down a couple of bottles and then just pass out. How is that fun? Really though, the packaging on this thing is just terrible. If I saw this in the store I would never even give it a second glance. With all its flaws in the looks department the flavor of this isn't too bad. They managed to get a green apple flavor that doesn't taste like a Jolly Rancher. It's still a little candy tasting, but over all it's like an apple soda that is well on its way to going flat.

I got home at 3:30 last night and I just wasn't tired. I downed both servings in this bottle and by 5:30 my mind was still racing and I wasn't relaxed at all. When Derek had another flavor he said it worked great for him. Maybe I'm just broken.

Dude, if you're going to stay up all night and play Modern Warfare, you're going to need to get juiced up. You aren't going to be able to stay up on Mountain Dew, the official drink of gamers everywhere. You're going to need something with pep in it. Is pep an ingredient? If not, when I grow up, I'm going to make it one and put it in everything. You know those Arizona tallboys you're always drinking? I saw they had an energy drink and I bought one for you. This will surly allow you to headshot British ten year olds all night. Your frag count will be through the roof, bro. So here, I got you one of these. Let's slam them together, put the disc in, and play. The time is eight and we've got until six to play before we have to get ready for school.

You know? This isn't bad. It's like a juice but with a bit of energy drink in it. It's like a fruit punch, maybe even a tropical fruit punch with a splash of some generic energy drink in it. Are you ready? Did you make your guy? No, don't pick a shotgun, dude. You can't pick off dudes with a shotgun. I saw this video of a kid who threw a knife and it bounced off a plane and hit a dude in the head and killed him. We're got ten hours to get that good. Go!

Carl has worked on the railroad for the past 43 years of his life. He's loaded the trains, switched cars, and shoveled coal. He's done just about every job that there is to do on a train, with the exception of being the conductor. The little had just never suited him. He was known to say "If I wanted to look like a damn fool I'd have gotten a job with the opera." Carl is a strange man.

His fellow workers respect him as an old timer, but they also fear him, as he was prone to go off the handle for no good reason. When he got into one of these moods the only thing that could calm him down were jokes about the opera and this self same orange cream soda. Before you ask, yes it has to be Iron Horse soda. Someone once tried to slip him a Stewarts and that gentleman ended up with a hair do full of broken glass. There's just something about this particular brand that soothes the crotchety beast. Some say it's because it's not as creamsicle-esque as other brands. They say that it's more of a cream soda with orange flavoring added to it. Others say it's just because this is one of the smoothest sodas out. It's easy to find yourself through an entire bottle in the blink of an eye. What everyone can agree on is that whenever the trains run through MN they are sure to pick up a couple of cases to keep the old man happy. After all he dedicated his life to the rails, shouldn't he be rewarded in some way?

Everything about this drink makes me want to listen to a Flock Of Seagulls record. The color, the fonts, the taste, everything. I just want to listen to the 1982 self-titled record, watch one episode of Miami Vice, and watch "Summer School" with Mark Harmon and Kirstie Alley. I want to channel Chainsaw and get a pair of Cool Dude sunglasses, sit on the beach, and drink this.

It tastes like a tropical blue Freez-e-pop. There isn't that much to say. I don't really get blueberry or raspberry. It's hardly juice and it's mostly sugar, water, and flavoring. I'm not letting them get away with calling it "juice". I will let them get away with having a gnarly bottle that's almost hard to hold on to due to cuts, grooves, and angles. Who cares, though? If you drop it, that's on you, Jack. This is not bad. Get a bottle and share it with friends because no one should take in this much sugar in one sitting. Then, go watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre and watch syndicated episodes of Becker to see what happened to the pregnant girl from Summer School.

Joe was eight. He's nine now, but he was eight when this story took place. Joey had a jerk other brother who always played jokes on him. Joe and his bother Alan went to a little corner store and Joe saw a new bottle of Arizona half and half. It wasn't just any half and half, it was raspberry half and half. When Joe reached in, Alan yelled from across the store and said, "You can't have that. You're not old enough." Joe, who was obviously old enough to drink lemonade and tea, didn't believe him, but after way too much effort on Alan's part, he actually convinced Joe that he needed to be ten to buy that bottle. Alan said that he knew a kid that would make him a fake ID.

They went to Alan's friend Darren's house and they went in the basement. In the basement, Darren had a printer, and a digital camera. He drew a mustache on Joe with magic marker to make him look ten, took the picture, printed it on a photocopy of Darren's mom's old license, covered it in scotch tape, and gave it to Joe. Joe paid Darren the fee, one bag of Tropical Skittles, and they went back to the store.

Joe went up to the counter with his half and half, showed the woman behind the counter the ID, and gave her a dollar. She laughed, handed him a penny, and Joe ran outside, happy to try a new flavor. With a fake mustache, fake ID, one penny, and new drink, Joe was on top of the world. He took his first sip and sighed because he got away with it. It tastes like processed, but not bad, diet lemonade and raspberry iced tea. No one let him know that he didn't need that ID until he was twelve, but by then it didn't matter because he was old enough and didn't need the ID anymore.

On a pirate ship, everyone knows that you do two things; sing shanty songs and drink iced tea. There are other things that you do, like put knives in the sails and slide down. Pirates call that "the elevator" and it's what kept canvasmen in business those days. Without pirates, we wouldn't have such a large canvas market now. Thanks, pirates. With all the tomfoolery, they were very prone to things like missing hands, legs, and eyes, hence the hooks, pegs, and patches. They didn't have the best of ingredients those days, you know, because they were on a boat, so they had fruit, corn, and water. Yes, they distilled the water. They're pirates, not savages.

Jay found this official pirate iced tea buried in the sand in a bunker at a local golf course. Hey, sand is sand. Pirates can play golf. Poorly, but they can play. They work on their drives off the side of the boats and have for centuries. I dusted it off, opened it up, took a sip, and remember why I hated the "Pirated of the Caribbean" series. This has a strange throat bite thing that you get with low quality, corn syrup drinks. The more you drink it, the more you can drink through it, and the flavor isn't bad. It's like a not-as-great Sweet Leaf raspberry.

Pirated are alright. Modern pirates give historical pirates a bad name. More singing, less holding up rich people on boats, modern pirates.

Do you think that Southerners get angry when they see people selling sweet tea in the North? Do people from Philly hate hearing about companies coming out with "cheese steak" stuff like pizzas and Hot Pockets? I know that when I'm not in Buffalo, I won't touch "Buffalo Wings" because I know they're going to suck big time. I lived about five hour north of Buffalo and the "Buffalo" wings were some of the worst wings I've ever had; well that and all of Buffalo Wild Wing's consistently.

Back to my original point. Do Southern people get upset when they see "sweet tea" drinks that their mama didn't make and think to themselves, "These idiots don't know the half of what sweet tea is." I always find it a bit audacious when companies do that because I've had authentic Southern sweet tea and I know that 90% of the "sweet tea" that's out there is just improperly sweetened junk tea.

Although this Cintron sweet tea isn't really "sweet tea" per se, it's not a bad beverage. There's no sting and it's sweet, but not sweet tea sweet, so if you just want a sweetened tea, you've almost got it. If they would have used cane sugar and not corn syrup, they would have been closer, but aside from Xing, companies who make tallboys don't really do it for quality. I know Cintron does make a quality line of tea in glass bottles so I'm letting them slide with this entry-level stuff. It's for the layman. I get it. You cover all gamuts.

Might want to just change the title to something like "sweetened tea" and release that or else you're going to get treated like Chevy Chase did in Fletch Lives where he was in the South. Poorly.

I don't know what is going on here. It's quite possibly the worst half and half I have ever had. Why? I will tell you with bells on.

Simply put, this does not taste like tea or lemonade. It tasted like burning and possibly lemon flavored drink. It's got a low-grade flavor that you would find in one of those gallon "flavored drink" drinks you find everywhere. Not enough of anything to call it tea or juice so it's in this purgatory of grossness.

I cannot believe that this is our first Nestea and even with how low grade it is, we'll do more. We're gluttons for punishment.

Soon we will be at the date, which Marty Mcfly traveled to in Back to the Future 2. Unless technology changes at a very rapid pace I don't see that version of the future coming true. Do you know who is to blame for this? Doctor Emmit Brown. He broke his own rule. He brought something back from the future. He discovered a cream soda in 2015 that really excited his taste buds and he just couldn't help himself from bringing some back and marketing it as his own. That's right, Dr Browns is actually a cream soda that "Doc Brown" brought back with him on one of his earliest trips. As a result he really messed with the time space continuum. Our society did not progress as quickly as it would have, but what would you rather have flying cars or tasty soda? Okay, I would take a hover board over and soda any day, but I hear they have a complex out in the desert where they actually made them. It's at that Laser Tag Institute of Technology. I need to make my way out to that desert.

Truth be told, we really have no choice in the way our future turned out. Doc Brown rolled the dice and we get what we get. So let's just sit back and enjoy the soda. It's a fairly light cream soda, with a nice sharp vanilla flavor. It's better tan most canned cream sodas, and that is saying a good deal. Cream soda is one of the few sodas that I actually completely enjoy in can form. Curse Doc Brown if you must for your lack of technology, but at least he supplied us with this tasty treat.

Mark! How many times have I told you to stop eating those damn caramel candies at work? You have absolutely no gauge as to what is an appropriate amount of candy to stuff into your mouth and you end up drooling on everything. It's bad enough when you're working in our cubicle and it gets all over the desk, but now you're working at the cream soda vats and you're disgusting caramel drool is leaking into the syrup. Not only is that just disgusting, but completely unhygienic. What if the health inspector showed up, what would you do then? Jesus Mark! Choking him to death is not going to fix anything. You know as well as I do that if you kill one, two more will show up in his place. This batch has to be thrown out and you're back in the cubicle. What!? You already shipped out a bunch of cases of this stuff and labeled it "Caramel Cream Soda." You're a sick man Mark. No I will not try this. I don't care if you say it tastes like you put 12 caramel candies in your mouth and then drank a cream soda. Who would want that? Who would want a drink that was grosser watered down caramel than delicious cream soda? Oh that's right, you would Mark because you are a sick, sick man. You know what you're fired! I don't care if I'm only the janitor. You're still fired, now drag that sack of caramel out of this factory and never show you're drool covered face around here again.

People rave about Sippin Syrup. Which is weird because Jay reviewed the purple kind and thought it was bad. It's impossible to find in Buffalo, so friends of mine have asked me where to find it. I didn't know what to tell them. As soon as we entered Texas I started to see it in every gas station. I can't distinguish the flavor of this drink for the life of me. "Griptonite" is not a real flavor. It tastes decent though. One thing I do know is this relaxation drink does work. I'm feeling pretty spacey as I type this.

It's been a long drive, but now you've reach your destination. 11 hours on the road is a long time. It seems even longer when it's been pouring rain for half of it. You get to the house, but no one is home. Luckily you have a key on your enormous janitor-esque key ring. You let yourself in plop down on the couch to just relax. You suddenly realize that you are starving. Problem is it's pouring out so you can't walk anywhere, and you got a bitchin' parking spot that you really don't want to give up. Looks like it's toast with peanut butter yet again. This time you decide to spice it up by sipping on a can of mango nectar during your meal. The food is as decent as you would expect. You went for the honey roasted peanut butter, and boy are and boy are you glad you did. The juice on the other hand, not so great and you wish you had chosen more wisely. It tastes like mangoes alright, but old ones that have begun to slightly spoil. It has that borderline smoky flavor to it that acidic things that are on the verge of going bad get. It's also more of a thinned out syrup than a nectar. What can you do though give up that parking spot? I think not. You'll suffer through that slightly less than mediocre juice, and you'll live another day to complain about it via the internet.

Along the I-95 in South Carolina there is a little oasis of wonder, Well wonder and racism. I'm talking about the famous tourist trap South of the Border. If you've ever driven on the 95 you've more than likely seen the hundreds of billboards for this rest stop of stereotypes. It's really pretty terrible. I can't believe there haven't been protests of some sort. Our Christian (our drummer for this tour) may have been the first person of actual Mexican descent that any of the employees had ever seen. I wonder if they thought he was one of the many statues around the area come to life. You know to seek revenge for the generalization of his people.

I found this carton of juice in a cooler in a "pantry" there. It looks like the crappiest juice I can ever imagine. This looks like sub prison grade juice. I don't know if I trust any sort of beverage that comes in a little carton like this. It looks like I bought it out of some weird olde timey vending machine on the side of a country road. It actually expires this week, so I wonder how long it's been sitting at south of the border surrounded by ponchos, sombreros and over-sized mustaches. I was told that I would be lucky if I don't acquire some sort of parasite from it.

Shockingly it's not all that bad. I expected it to be ultra thick like Hawaiian Punch, but it's fairly thin. It also has actual juice in it, which is kind of blowing my mind grapes. It's not a high quality juice, but what do you expect form a $.70 carton. It tastes like a generic fruit punch, but you can tell it has some real fruit juice, and not all sugar water. All an all I don't mind it. It's much better than the Sunny D the hotel tried to pawn off as orange juice this morning. That is just completely unacceptable. Now I should probably ride the giant sombrero and call it a day.

Seeing this say cider and be in an Asian grocery store made me need this. I also saw that it said "lemon lime" so I was already bummed out by it but I still had it in my hand and since we had not reviewed it, I had to continue with my original intentions to buy it.

This tastes like most lemon lime pops. I don't know why the call it anything cider and I don't know who or what Chilsung is, but their definition and our definition of a "cider" is nothing alike. Apples make a cider. Lemons and limes getting together to re-create what was done a thousand times is not a cider. This isn't bad, but you've had it if you've had any Sprite, 7-Up, Sierra Mist, and everything in-between.

Jay and I also got cantaloupe popsicles when we were there. Those were absolutely delicious and they made the trip unforgettable. I wish I was there again, eating one of those delicious popsicles. Oh, the memories. I'll buy that all of the darn day.

Seeing as Barq's root beer is famous for untraditionally having caffeine in it, I was half expecting this also to have it. Sadly my hopes of finding a cream soda with caffeine in it will have to wait another day. This definitely lives up to having a French vanilla flavor. I gave Sheena a sip and she said it was "really sweet, and kinda salty." It's weird but she's right. It does sort of have a salty aftertaste, but it is really awesome. I found this in a gas station in the middle of Louisiana but have never seen it around Buffalo before. Hopefully i will come across it again because it is great.

Last night my band played in Atlanta. After the show we went to a friend's house to crash for the night. As soon as we got out of the van he told us that even though it looks like a bad neighborhood it was in fact a safe place because the house Martin Luther King Jr was born in was a block away. Less than a minute from him finishing that sentence a guy came up to us with a gun demanding wallets. Several of the people got a gun pressed to their head and a handful of them got pistol-whipped. It was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. Luckily no one was seriously injured. The cops came took statements and we went to a different neighborhood to stay. One of the kids who lived there put this drink next to me while I was sleeping. We were in the ghetto and this was a "ghetto" energy drink. Little Jon makes it so yeah it's backed by southern rap.

Let me tell you this drink was nearly as terrible as our night. It's in the running for worst energy drink I've ever had. it tastes dark and heavy. Almost smoky and only vaguely like pomegranate. I will never drink one of these again and I really have no interest in going to Atlanta again for quite some time. Watch yourself kids.

So let me get this straight, this is an ALMOST diet Dr. Pepper? Sure I'll give it a try! Hmmm, it's much lighter than the regular variety, but doesn't have the gross taste the diet version has. I don't normally care for Dr. Pepper (or it's many brothers and sisters), but this isn't that bad. In addition to tasting lighter, it also has less of the traditional bite this classic beverage is known for.

The most interesting thing to me about this is that high fructose corn syrup is the main sweetener, but there is also aspartame in it. Since it's a little further down the list, I'm assuming there's less in there and the corn syrup helps mask its usual gross taste. Good work chemists at Dr. Pepper! I'm going to put this right with the Dublin variety, still not amazing but better than the original.

Last night I saw Pleasure Leftists and they were incredible. Even as I type the word incredible, it seems like an understatement. They were easily one of the best bands I've seen live in the past 6 months, and I go to a lot of shows.

My housemate Brandon did the show so naturally the band stayed here last night. I had been up since 9am playing host to my friend Shira who was in town from DC, so by the time I got home at midnight, I was exhausted. I would have loved to have hung out with my friends and the band but I didn't have it in me. Even though I was already tired, I knew the sound of the stereo downstairs might still keep me awake so I opted to grab this from the fridge to be sure I could fall asleep.

While not as strong as Marley's Mellow Mood, this definitely did the trick. Two or three episodes of The Big Bang Theory and I was asleep. It tasted good too which is always a good thing. It reminded me of a very light grape soda. It had a nice grape flavor to it, but very light carbonation. It allowed me to sleep through a party in my house so I think it's pretty awesome.

Troops. I've got some bad news. No, you're not being deployed to Afghanistan again, it's worse. You know all the Muscle Milk you've been drinking? Well due to the economic climate, we can no longer provide you with an "All You Can Drink" supply, regardless if you are saving the country or not. Fortunately, our milk supply was replaced by Mountain Dew. Now, before you scoff if you don't like Mountain Dew, this is Game Fuel Mountain Dew which might contain more zip or zazz or whatever the kids are saying nowadays. It's also the tropical flavor so can feel like your deployed in California rather than here in Watertown New York.

On top of all these facts it's sponsored by Call Of Duty 3, a video game I've heard is very popular involving an army killing bad guys. What they probably don't capture in the game is the unfortunate loss of Muscle Milk. They only capture the unfortunate occurrence of shooting bad guys. There is more to war than shooting bad guys. We're fighting a war with milk and the lack of funds we need to replace that milk.

What did you say, Private? Oh, the taste. I don't know. I didn't actually have any. I've had pop before in my day, but none of it has been so...forest green. Well son, this tastes like a mix between Mountain Dew, a product I have had in my day, and fruit punch, what we drank when I was your age. It's better than the Mountain Dew I remember, son. I can tell you that.

So once again, your precious milk has been replaced with Army themed pop and you should search for your calcium elsewhere. A travesty, I know.

I really like ice cream. Who doesn't? It's great. It comes in a million flavors and now that I've got a girlfriend who doesn't like peanuts in her ice cream, or in anything, I am very limited to the slew of varieties available. Yesterday we psychically saw into each other's deepest desires and both thought that we needed ice cream. I went to the bodega across the street and, like always and because I'm me, I had to check out the drink selection. I came across this dude and bought it without looking back. I also bought classic cookie dough ice cream, because it's delicious and doesn't have nuts in it. A prerequisite.

I was thirsty so I slammed the can pretty quickly and like most Brisk drinks, it's got a little bit of a sting, but you can easily confuse the sting of the corn syrup and whatever garbage they put in there with the natural, inherent sting of a good lemonade. If you just give the drink the benefit of the doubt, this isn't bad. It's also nice to think that you might have an alright lemonade available to you year round. It's a good "in a bind" lemonade and it's not at all natural but sometimes your body just needs crap in it. Like why I go to McDonald's once every six months, so I can truly appreciate "the good stuff."