Three bags of Psycho Coffee? You absolute maniac. That’s not just enough to wake the dead — it’s enough to keep them up reorganising their tombstones all night long. You know what’s worse than one jittering lunatic on a caffeine bender? Three bags’ worth. Brewed blacker than Satan’s soul and smoother than a conman's grin, this isn’t for the faint of heart — or the weak of bladder. No chilli, just triple the mind-shattering, pupil-dilating Psycho strength. Perfect for the caffeine fiend with a schedule to destroy and a nervous system to test. Go steady. Or don’t. Frankly, I admire the chaos.