A sludgy, chalky disaster that only gets worse when you put it in your mouth. Sure, it delivers a ton of protein without the calories, at the mere cost of your pleasure and self-respect. It's overly fakey-sweet, with zero salt note to bring a resolution to it. There is at least a noticeable cocoa flavor if you can sift through the other garbage to appreciate it.
Impossibly creamy, silky base that lasts well beyond the sip, imparting a delicate warmth upon every surface that it graces (don't get ahead of me here). There's plenty of room for additional flavor, but I appreciate the undersweetness and slow-burn cocoa that peaks in the aftertaste. The cream flavor is the standout feature-- and epitomizes the age-old advice of "do one thing, but do it extremely well."
Gorgeously buttery and perfect ratio of (relatively thin) viscosity and (extremely high) creaminess. Gives you that warm feeling in your mouth, mind, and soul-- a feat often pursued but rarely achieved. The cocoa flavor is nicely in front of the sweetness, over all this is a painfully delicious way to spend your time!
Fantastically punchy, bright cocoa headlines a densely-packed onslaught of flavor that hits all the notes. Creamy, buttery, salty-- your taste buds certainly won't feel short-changed at any point along this ride. Consistently delicious, and deliciously consistent-- an absolutely brilliant addition to the already stellar Tennessee chocolate milk scene!
Delicious cream flavor that remains the star of the experience throughout-- the cocoa flavor plays a supporting role and crescendos toward the conclusion of each sip. It's very enjoyable, if not a little on the bland side, but I would still prefer its graceful subtlety over a lesser base burdened with too much flavor.
Powerfully creamy experience highlighted by a delectable sweet Jersey cream and choco-malt flavor. A drinking experience like this underscores exactly why creamline Jersey milk should be what chocolate milks aspire to be.
Absolutely crushes the 'thin-viscosity-to-infinitely-creamy' ratio that I enjoy so much-- this is the kind of base that dreams are made of. Warm, buttery Jersey cream gilds every surface that it comes in contact with, delivering a slightly malty chocolate flavor and a tsunami of pleasure that I'd happily drown in.
Oddly undersweet at first sip, until a wave of phony, cloying sweetness rushes to the 'rescue' in the latter third of the sip. Admittedly, it wrests your attention away from the thick, chalky sludgy texture. It looks chocolaty, but that doesn't translate to the drinking experience much at all-- as bad as this is, I've had significantly worse. It's not face-twisting awful, which is the best thing I can say about it.
Sweeter and more overtly flavorful than its previous TruMoo port. However, the corn syrup ages poorly both over the course of the sip as well as over the course of the fridge storage. It drinks smoothly, but feels a bit candified-- if you like a syrupy-sweet chocolate milk, give this a try.
Satisfying experience with a cocoa-focus, and a saltiness that does its best to leverage the 2% base. This seems to be the standard template of reduced fat organic chocolate milk that shares many brands/labels and is becoming ubiquitous. I'm not complaining.
Bold and brave-- an unapologetically un-sweet chocolate milk that shines the spotlight on cocoa and buttery, grassy, salty cream (even at 2% reduced fat). The result is a shockingly focused treat that is adequately sweet in isolation, but is likely to be off-putting to the casual consumer seeking a quick, sweet fix. I'm seriously impressed.
Thick, yet smooth, with more of a light malty flavor instead of cocoa. I drank quite a bit of it in search of an additional flavor dimension, but it remained straightforward and enjoyable in its simplicity.
Smooth and super bland, and whatever flavor exists is washed away forthwith, leaving you puzzled, unsatisfied, and remorseful now that you have the rest of the gallon to deal with.
A warm descent into cocoa-creaminess rewards the mouth and soul in equal proportions, and causes you to seriously question past chocolate milk choices without making you feel bad about them.
Indulgently substantial and rewarding with a bright cocoa flavor upfront that is ushered gracefully all the way to (and through) the exit. Doesn't rely on sugary misdirection or other gimmickry; it's quite the pleasure to sip slowly while meandering down a country road.
The cocoa profile is uniquely sour and 'wheaty' in my estimation, neither of which to an off-putting extent, but readily noticeable. Its body is sweet, beefy, and up to the task of distributing its flavor to where it needs to go. In short, it's both sweet and sour, and if that combination tickles your fancy, make your way over to QD.
Thinner than expected (a nice surprise) and more than adequately creamy to deliver a medium cocoa flavor that crescendos in strength in the second half of the sip. It's a delicious arrangement of flavor and texture, unmistakably chocolaty and milky-- it is what you think it is, just likely a notch or two better than you're used to.
Searing upfront sweetness that may be a welcome palate assault for the hardcore carb-averse, but for everyone else, this is much more likely to offend than satisfy. The cocoa flavor is strong enough to poke through for a quick cameo, and its fat-starved, artificially-thickened base is less concerning than the sweetener concoction which, un-chased, will continue to devalue your oral real estate.
Sweet, cooked milk flavor that leans 'caramel-like' and is accentuated by a salty pop toward the back end which helps to mitigate the sugary rush. The box does a disservice to its beautiful light brown color (at least the straw is clear); in short, it's rather adept for a shelf-stable, reduced fat chocolate milk.
Strong but fleeting pop of cocoa flavor upfront, but soon degenerates to a drab blandness and acute astringency. It peaks way early, and the undersweetness, while appreciated, doesn't allow for any other quality to rise to prominence. The aftertaste worsens with each passing moment, causing you to scramble around for a cold french fry remnant or any other edible mass to curb the ensuing misery.
