Sup pissers and shitters. This week we set out with one goal: to tackle a tried-and-true Kiwi classic. It’s a drink with a reputation that walks the line between nostalgia and being a straight up punishment in a can. It’s Cody’s week – so get in the backseat of a Nissan Skyline driven by someone with a pink licence, sit back, and enjoy.
We thought about writing some clever lines to carry this review, but the reality is you don't need them. Cody’s does the heavy lifting on its own. Whether that’s a good or bad thing depends entirely on how many you’ve had.
Tasting notes
Taste-wise, you’re immediately hit with that signature RTD flavour – a bit sweet, a bit harsh, and sitting somewhere between vanilla and straight ethanol. There is also a noticeable, artificial edge to it – with a finish that makes you wanna chug a bottle of mouthwash.
On the first sip, it’s manageable. By drink three, you wish you bought something else. By drink six, you’ve stopped caring and also lost your t-shirt on the journey.
The carbonation is pretty standard – enough fizz to hide the yuckiness, but not enough to make us want to drink them more than once a blue moon. The alcohol in this one is very present, loud, and in your face. Some could say that this is also how you describe people who drink these on the reg.
Ratings
Let’s be clear: these are tough to get down, snorkel or not. Waisnorkel gives them a 7/10 – the fact they are in slim smaller cans is doing a lot of the heavy lifting on this one.
Grog Robertson doesn't remember anything past 8:30, which tells its own story. Israel Chugasania gives them a 10/10 for fight ability, calling them a “court case in a can.” Brendan McSkullem’s less impressed, giving a measly 5/10 for drinkability. First of the night or last before the drunk tank, they go down the same: not easily.
Speights Shepherd reckons these are a “great leveller” for any social occasion. No matter who you are or where you come from, downing a box of these will get you equally as cooked as everyone else.
Swig60’s Verdict
Cody’s gets a worse rep than it probably deserves. It’s not gonna be your first pick, but you can absolutely have a decent night on them–provided you're willing to accept notes of asphalt and a brutal case of hangxiety the next morning.
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P.S fuck you to whoever complained about us not doing Grog yet. Fuck your twitch streamer drink, the hentai in your search history and the crusty sock next to your bed.
Drink responsibility. Or at least strategically.
