Uneventful lower-rung pale-toned Eastern Euro tedium with skunked malt musk, mossy barley-oats-corn easement, and dry popcorn hop fizz flops, befouling grassy hay backdrop of rudimentary dortmunder styling.

Dank fungi basement waft shouldn’t prohibit true blue-collar drinkers from discovering dry medium-bodied flaxen fluid. Raw honeyed lemon rind souring and unripe orange tartness stay above hushed hop spicing. Herbal ginger, eucalyptus, and lemongrass illusions counter sweet glutinous egress.

Earthy grain frenzy and dry doughy backbone dissolve by light watery finish. Buttery sweetness, mild bitterness, and musty tartness invoke glancing spiced hop trickle.