Liquid Death Sparkling Water, Mango Chainsaw 19.2 oz King Size Can

Honestly Mango chainsaw might be my favorite flavor of Liquid Death, it was so refreshing to drink one of these on a hot summer day especially when they were ice cold.

This doesnt even taste like a sparking water, rather a delicious mango candy that takes the express route through your mouth in liquid form.

i use this in everything and everywhere now. $wag @ parties since im a sober gal. i cut my pineapple juice in the morning with some mango fizzy instead of regular, non-murder, boring water. pro tip: throw a squeeze of fresh lime in there everytime to really help it slaughter ya thirst

My seemingly undying thirst immediately succumbed to the supreme power of the Mango Chainsaw. With one long chug, the dryness in my throat was cast into oblivion. I am now neck deep in a pool of my own tears of epiphanic joy. I now thirst for the eternal hydration that can only be reached though a legally-binding subscription package. Send my body to the darkness. Send my soul to the abyss. Send the cans to my doorstep.

[This review was collected as part of a promotion.] As I climbed the mountain, I thought to myself, "Self, I don't know if I can go on. I lack the refreshment of water and electrolytes to go on." As I collapsed on the ground, it was then I saw it. A centaur carrying something on his back. When I came to, something was being poured into my mouth: Liquid Death's Mango Chainsaw. "Will I ever see you again?" I said to the centaur. "Only when you need me the most" he replied. Anyways yeah its pretty good.

[This review was collected as part of a promotion.] Seriously. We switched the family from our various other drinks, 11 year old daughter included, and never looked back. Now our son comes over from his place all the time just to drink our liquid death.

The review which you are about to read is an account of the tragedy which befell a group of five youths, in particular Sally Hardthirsty and her parched brother, Franklin. It is all the more tragic in that they were young. But, had they lived very, very long lives, they could not have expected nor would they have wished to drink as much of the mad and macabre as they were to drink that day. For them an idyllic summer afternoon drive became a nightmare. The events of that day were to lead to the discovery of one of the most bizarre hydrations in the annals of American history, The Mango Chain Saw Massacre.

The review which you are about to read is an account of the tragedy which befell a group of five thirsty youths, in particular Sally Hardesty and her invalid brother, Franklin. It is all the more tragic in that they were young. But, had they lived very, very long lives, they could not have expected nor would they have wished to see as much of the mad and macabre as they were to see that day. For them an idyllic summer afternoon drive became a nightmare. The events of that day were to lead to the discovery of one of the most bizarre crimes in the annals of American history, The Mango Chain Saw Massacre.

Just got a 12 pack, can't wait to die from mango death consumption only to be resurrected as the immortal horseman of death, thank you LD for granting me this immortality and very important task of harbinging death to all life, oh yeah and uh plastic :zap: :call_me_hand::skull::skull::call_me_hand::zap:

My first taste of death in a can was the mango chainsaw. I can still remember as it were yesterday day the sun was blocked out by angry black clouds. There was homeless screaming to their demon possessors. It was a truly beautiful day. One sip of liquid death sealed my fate forever trapped in the endless void of water from a can, pure endless eternal bliss.