Wild Tiger Energy Drink 8.3 fl. oz 24/case

Withdraw a can from the fridge, and behold the red, black, and silver can with the profile of a pouncing tiger prominently displayed in the center. The label gets down to business - "TOTAL ACTIVATION." Total activation isn't just a slogan, or a trademark. It's a warning. Crack open the can and the wisp of energy hits your nostrils and you're instantly transported to that small haji shop in the ville. You know the one - yeah that one. It's a buck 20 outside and the sweat is pouring off you. You haven't slept in a day and a half, but here you are on patrol through the souq (that you endearing refer to as the suck). All around is the smell of sand ground into flour by endless convoys, and boots on patrol. The smiling proprietor hands you a frosty can - the first of many Wild Tigers. You feel the cool sugary tartness of TOTAL ACTIVATION flow through your body. Awake for a day and a half? Pffft. You're totally activated - you won't need to sleep for a week. The shopkeep knows this is exactly what you need to fight the terrorists plaguing his village. Like a shaman in the days of old concocting mysterious potions for champions and warriors prior to battle, he knows the power contained within this wonderful elixir. Inside this can is the secret to the American warfighting capability. It's like a liquid M240G at the cyclic, a citrus JDAM, and a sugary pair of M1 Abrams all rolled into one 8.3 oz can. IEDS, mortars, RPGs? They ain't got sh#t on me. Ain't got it on you either. TOTAL ACTIVATION. This is exactly what you need to kick some insurgent butt. The nostalgia fades away and brings you back here in the world, now a vet. You know. About to walk into the boardroom? Need to close a big deal? Have to get that construction project done on time and in budget? There's nothing you can't do with TOTAL ACTIVATION. You hold the knowledge available only to those who have traveled to exotic locales and know the power within. Bottoms up. This is the real deal, Gents. There's a "Nutritional Facts" chart required by the FDA, and "nicotinamide" is labeled as it traditionally is in the U.S., "Niacin." Aside from those minor differences in labeling this the secret to the American War Machine.

I drank two of these and ended up tweaking out like Donnie from the Wild Thornberrys. Really brought me back to my military days. In all seriousness, it tastes like a mix of Red Bull and Monster, has 75 mg of caffeine per can, and it’s just a great tasting energy drink.

My first introduction into this can of heart palpitations was in 2008 during the surge. We had rip-its and sometimes the rare shock-coffee (if they weren't stolen by the higher HQ), Wild Tiger Energy could actually be bought on the local economy. For 5 dollars American you get a flat of 40. They kept us awake and aware in hostile country. It tastes like a harder redbull. Now let us fast forward 15 years later and I decide to purchase a flat. The price inflated and probably more. After all this is the USA - greatest country on Earth but it also inflates much of its prices. So far, it tastes like I remember. I never drink more than one and it helped when I needed to stay awake on the Night Shift.

Have you ever been in the horrid predicament of wasting away in an infuriatingly hot and humid environment, doomed to stare into the wasteland pondering every terrible decision you've ever made that could have somehow built a debt of karma so wide and deep that even the Mariana Trench feels for you? Then, as if the lord of the sands himself rose from the dust, your only friend approaches your hovel of despair, the man keeping you from just making a pilgrimage to oblivion approaches you, and hands you a Wild Tiger. The metal can could have been soaking in nitrogen it's so cold. The can is so drenched with moisture it reminds you of the time your out of shape ass went to the gym and had to apologize profusely to everyone since there wasn't enough disinfectant in the world to clean yourself or the equipment. Its past midnight, the time and place to question what this beverage could be is long since passed. You open the can. Nothing could prepare you for what happens next. A symphony of horns deafens you, a tiger roars, the smell of syphoned jet fuel and pure uncut caffeine assaults the nose like a Mike Tyson sucker punch. All sense of pride that you carried is most assuredly gone and it took your sanity with it as you hold the perfect matrimony of godly jubilance and satanic fury in your dust covered gloved hand. Your buddy cracks his and the sensations hit you again. You're simply terrified. The pearly gates stand before you. St. Peter is holding a wild tiger. He's smiling. In sheer terror you look to your friend, your companion, your battle buddy. He is smiling and cheers you. The moment the liquid ambrosia touches his lips you see God atop a bengal tiger appear next to you. You chug and all the worries you carried with you for all the lives you've ever lived instantly fade away. A tiger aspirates from beneath you in a black and orange haze. The night is a blur. Your mind opens completely, the questions of the universe get answered. Of course... everything was just so simple. Your friend grins... RIDE THE TIGER BABY!

The best energy drink I've ever tasted. Will actually wire you up. Not full of sugar. Subtle, sweet but also tangy with the perfect amount of bite. I pray to the heavens that this will be produced forever.

If you've ever had Smarties candy or Sweet tarts, the flavor is much like that. In my opinion, the "serve chilled" instructions are mandatory, as it is far more refreshing cold. It's a small can, but that also means less total sugar, so if you're not a fan of zero-calorie energy drinks this makes for a good compromise with your sugar addiction if you need to cut back. The drink is very acidic, possibly the most acidic drink I've had on a regular basis. I cannot even think about drinking one until I've had something to eat or it will make me feel sick. Nonetheless, when I'm working through the night and sleep has to wait a bit longer, this really does the trick. I could drink 2 of these and still consume less calories than 1 can of Full Throttle, which has been my go-to for almost 10 years until it has become almost impossible to obtain in my area at a fair price.

So there I was. Downtown Mosul in the middle of June, Al-Qaeda everywhere. My company had just finished mopping up a street corner and I was pulling security behind the 240. My AG, looking seriously dehydrated, asked if I had any water. I took a sip from my camelback. Dry. I had been shot across the back and it drained all the water from my sack. After realizing I had no water, I found out how thirsty I was. The sun was setting, our NODs were out of batteries. My WSL was with the leadership looking over the map on a hummvee, so there was no way for us to get up and get water. Fast forward to the sun almost down, when a straggly figure came walking down the road. “Should I smoke him?” I asked, lighting a cigarette and propping the bitch clip onto my shoulder Incase I had to light this guy up. My AG advises against it, “let’s see who it is.” He said. We watched as the man came closer, an AK being held by the barrel in one hand, and none other than a Willy Tango in the other. He walked right up to us, knelt down next to me and handed me the drink. Surprised that the drink was so cold, I cracked her open and took a sip. Instantly my dehydration was gone. I felt like a new man, like I had just arrived in country. I took another sip, and gave the rest to my AG. Within seconds we both got up, and charged into the city. Faint yells of “get back here!” Followed us down the street, but we didn’t stop. Bombs exploded, grenades went off, and tracer rounds filled the air. With 1600 rounds and 100 in my gun, we went door to door, clearing Al-Qaeda out. The Navy SEALs who were supposed to be ahead of us stopped and watched in awe. Three Green Berets joined our team and we cleared the entire city together. On my last burst of 7.62, I blacked out and fell down. When I awoke, I laid on a Blackhawk with an IV in my arm. The flight medic offered me a sip of WT, I took it. The GSW I took from a DShK to the stomach healed instantly. My eyes got wide. The door gunner handed me a parachute and I jumped out of the bird. Landing on the back of an Abrams. I took the .50 off the pintle and charged into Sadr City to save the day again. 10/10 would recommend. Hopefully ISIS doesn’t get a hold of this stuff or we are screwed.

It was a a typical day in the Army. I battled sleep as I lay prone in the dust, watching for hostile targets. Suddenly, a blinding light from heaven appeared, and a can of Wild Tiger descended, carried down to me on the wings of Pegasus himself! A choir of angels sang songs of hope as I reached up and received the resplendent Can. With tears of joy and war paint streaming down my face, I cracked open that elixir of life, and took my first sip. It tasted like smarties and victory! Hostiles approached, firing on my position with their AKs. But by the power vested in me by the Wild Tiger himself, I threw aside my rifle and ran faster than any 7.62 bullets in a mega surge of awesomeness. With force that could destroy Superman, I landed death punches to the faces of my foes. Mortars flew in and I deflected those shells with just my empty Wild Tiger can. Final battle score: Wild Tiger 50, bacon haters 0. Ok if that doesn't convince you to buy them.... Honestly IDGAF because that'll just leave more for me.