The real question here is simple: why do the guys in the shop keep reaching for Monster? We put that curiosity to work and ran through a lineup of popular flavors the same way we’d judge anything else—by what it smells like, how it hits, and whether it’s actually worth swallowing. Some came off like dessert, some like chemicals, and some like a bad decision in a can. Irish Blend took the win, while a few others landed closer to mustard gas, formaldehyde, or straight shop-fluid territory. Bottom line: if you’re going to wire yourself up on energy drinks, at least pick one that tastes decent.
The clip opens with Gale briefly interrupting himself to fix a loose EKG lead, joking that he might be dead before continuing. That moment sets the tone for a light, informal tasting session rather than a technical shop demonstration. His premise is simple: the shop crew regularly drinks Monster energy beverages, and he wants to understand the appeal by sampling a range of flavors himself.
He begins with the original Monster and immediately frames the tasting in exaggerated automotive terms, saying it seems like it contains about 30 percent nitro. He is unsure whether the sensation is more like nitro or gasoline, but after swallowing it he notes a noticeable rush. On what he calls the Gale scale, he rates the original flavor a nine, establishing it as an early favorite.
The tasting then moves into sweeter, dessert-like varieties. Loca Moca strikes him as completely different on the nose and somewhat toned down compared with the original. He jokes about its smoothness and gives it an eight. Swiss Chocolate follows in the same indulgent category, and he describes it as outright sinful. That one also earns an eight, suggesting that the richer coffee-and-chocolate profiles land well with him.
Pacific Punch shifts the tasting away from dessert flavors and into a brighter, fruit-driven profile. Its vivid color prompts a joke that if a urine sample looked like that, something would be wrong. Even so, he gives Pacific Punch a seven. By this point he remarks that he is swallowing at least a little of each sample and expects to be wired by the end. He then tries Low Carb, detects what he jokingly calls hints of toluene, and rates it a six, placing it below the stronger performers.
Irish Blend becomes the standout of the session. He says it smells like a potato, an observation that leads him to connect with the flavor immediately. Unlike some of the others, which he describes through chemical or fuel-like comparisons, Irish Blend comes across as appealing and distinctive in a positive way. He gives it a perfect ten, making it the highest-rated drink in the lineup and the clear leader at that stage.
The next pair receives a more mixed response. Assault reminds him of the film 1917 and then, more bluntly, of mustard gas. That comparison makes clear he is not enthusiastic about it, and he assigns it a four. Dragon Tea is much less aggressive. He describes it as neutral and not especially scary, with a slight ethanol note, and identifies the green tea character as relatively pleasant. That earns a seven, putting it solidly in the middle-to-upper tier.
Returning to the Loco line, he samples Mango Loco and struggles to describe it cleanly, eventually comparing it to formaldehyde. Despite that harsh-sounding reference, he still rates it an eight, indicating that the flavor works better for him than the description suggests. He then tries a sugar-free option, remarking that it looks a bit like ammonia and joking that although ammonia is obviously not something to drink, this one is sugar-free. That variety receives a six.
At the end of the tasting, he declares Irish Blend the winner. The overall ranking places Irish Blend first with a ten, followed by the original Monster at nine, then several eight-point entries including Loca Moca, Swiss Chocolate, and Mango Loco. Pacific Punch and Dragon Tea sit at seven, while Low Carb and the sugar-free option score six. Assault finishes near the bottom with a four. He closes with one last engine-themed joke, saying that any of these drinks would probably be enough to kick a rod out, and raises a final cheer before the clip ends.
