Liquid Death Still Mountain Water, 16.9 oz Tallboys (12-Pack)

I love this sparkling water. It is far and away superior to any other brand. And the melon flavor is delicious.

This one is ok, I like the lime better and Orange squeezed to death

Perfect sparkling water! Low calories and a great price. I love the branding as well

Liquid death is the best water ever. Periodt. Tastes amazing.

Perf size for on the go! Best water ever

Nice refreshing sparkling water with a nice hint of berry.

We love liquid death!! This was great for the price as well!

Upon receiving my case of water, before I could open it, I was immediately drawn to the dark and mysterious artwork on the side of the box. I stared in awe and wonder as I held it -- I could already feel my thirst beginning to quiver in anticipation of agony. I gently placed it on the counter, and carefully and curiously sliced the packaging tape with a precision cutting instrument, cautiously avoiding damaging the contents. What would I unleash, I thought?Once the savage contents were exposed, and I lifted the first can from its cellulose cage, I instantly recognized a difference in heft from cans containing popular grain beverages. This was going to be no normal experience! The can was emblazoned with the words (in dark gothic lettering) "Liquid Death" -- and a skull, surely from the corpse of a once-raging thirst. It was as if the can screamed, "Release me! I will slay your thirst!" My thirst immediately began writhing, filled with the uncontrollable fear of death. Death to thirst is quickened by a properly chilled thirst-slaying agent, so I restrained myself, and placed it in a sealed, temperature-reducing chamber. I'm almost certain the can shuddered somewhat when it felt the first draft of coldness.Once the can descended to its maximum kill potential in my refrigerator, I waited for the right moment. It was a hot, humid spring day in backwater South Carolina. Cases of cheap, domestic grain beverage were ubiquitous, the cans of each failing to accomplish the seemingly impossible that day -- the slaying of thirst. When I gripped the can, I instantly felt a deep chill. I knew my thirst was in deep trouble.The top of the can, including the pop tab itself, is a luxurious gold color. I wedged my finger underneath the tab, and pulled effortlessly to open the can. As soon as the tab punctured the lid, a howling hiss escaped from the can. The death engine had been activated. I felt a rush of adrenaline, if not a sense of unbridled masculine power. The thirst that was raging within began writhing again, but much more vigorously, "screaming" as it were with a hideous, mouth-piercing dehydration. My mouth, in the throes of a near-death experience, was about to be delivered!As I tilted the can at my mouth, the water quickly and precisely cascaded over the parched membranes of my oral cavity. They squealed with delight, absorbing every succulent drop of what tasted like chilled, heavenly nectar. Each gulp was answered with a subsequent dying gasp from my thirst, with each passing gasp growing weaker and weaker. Alas, within seconds, the vicious thirst that plagued me was no more. Liquid Death had decimated yet another victim! O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?Interestingly, I noticed a subtle side effect upon the consumption of this beverage of death. I felt an unmistakable rise in a masculinity that had been long forgotten in modern times. The sensibilities of modern, emasculated males, had left me. I felt empowered! I felt invigorated, unlike any pharmacological compound (blue, or otherwise) was capable of! I at once felt victory, violence, aggression and arousal! It was refreshing!! When I inquired with my spouse, I asked if she noticed a difference. The answer was enthusiastically, YES!You might think the story ends there. It does not. I ordered my next case of masculine nirvana. Then, I picked up my club, grabbed my spouse by the hair, and drug her to my cave. It was a good day for both of us.Death to thirst!!