REVIEW / Sour Final Boss

I’ve definitely experienced my share of letdowns with "social shopping." You know the drill: you’re lured in by a captivating viral advertisement only to discover what you bought is a cheap imitation. I’ve had my disappointments—a neck cream that was more scam than skincare, a sling carrier that unnerved my poor old Yorkie, and a chili oil that decided it would be fun to spill everywhere, making me very unpopular with our mailman. But hey, for every flop, there’s a triumph. Enter Final Boss Sour, the super sour candy made with real dried fruit that’s all over social media lately. This is one social media sensation that’s a hit.

Before revolutionizing sour snacks, co-founders James Hicks and Tommy Riggs were part of Science Inc., the birth ground of brands like Liquid Death and Dollar Shave Club. So, naturally, humor and a touch of retro gaming nostalgia underline their brand essence. When it comes to Final Boss Sour, they’ve really leaned into this theme with an engaging storyline. Picture this: Hank the grumpy honey badger finds an old jar of pickles, unleashing the spirit of a wicked sorcerer. It’s up to Hank and Quinnie, a sweet quokka, to gather sour fruits and save Gooberland. The fun doesn’t stop there. Each mini-boss has its own backstory and the email newsletter, The Gooberland Gazette, adds depth to this sour universe. It’s more than candy; it’s a mythos-rich treat.

Beyond their striking branding and savvy marketing, there’s an aspect I must mention—though there’s no retro 16-bit video game, the candy itself presents a sour challenge that’s not for the faint-hearted. While I could munch on Level 1 all day, those who manage Level 2 or 3 without a flinch are a different breed. Hosting a game or drinking night? Consider the VIP Destroyer Ultimate Sour Sampler Box for a thrilling start. It offers all three main fruit varieties—cranberries, blueberries, strawberries—across three escalating sour levels. It becomes a daring game with friends or family, forming bonds over the shared experience of intense sourness.

With no artificial additives, just real dried fruit, sugar, and a hint of sunflower oil, citric, and malic acid, Final Boss Sour stands as a somewhat healthier candy choice. Yes, it’s still candy, with a sugar content similar to Sour Patch Kids. But, the ingredients list is simple—just five components, highlighting real fruit flavor with a tangy punch. You’ve got to try it for yourself to find your sour threshold. In the battle of flavors, Level 1 Sour Strawberries offer that perfect sweet-sour harmony that delights the taste buds.

Now, about their limited edition releases—they’re a whole other story. I was lucky enough to receive a Strawberry Kiwi Level 2 sample that had me questioning my loyalty to Level 1 Strawberries, but it was already sold out before I could restock. These drops? Oh boy, they’re in demand and they deliver unforgettable flavors like Sour Strawberry Mango or Blue Raspberry Mango Dippers. Their sour offerings can get to Level 4, like the Sour Yuzu Pineapple. Keep an eye out—you can still snag Sour Grapes Level 4 in the latest drop.

Are you a gamer longing for nostalgia, a mindful snacker, or simply up for a taste test challenge? Dive into Final Boss Sour. Get a taste of this dynamic duo for free with their DFB (Direct from Boss) promotion for first-time buyers. Just a friendly warning: the first taste might get you hooked, and visiting their online store will become a regular occurrence.

In the spirit of transparency, Final Boss Sour provided a retail sample for this review, but since then, I’ve made multiple purchases. It’s safe to say, I’m hooked—these candies didn’t just earn a place in my pantry but also a spot on my sweets leaderboard.

Hurts So Good
Rating: 9.9/10

The mighty algorithm knows me better than I thought! This blend of real fruit, sugar, and an intense sour punch genuinely delivers on the hype. A near-perfect score, falling short only because of a mix-up with Level 1 and 3 blueberries during a dark movie night—resulting in an unexpectedly sour surprise. The taste buds have forgotten, but my ego? Not so much.