Summery lightweight lager places brisk lemon spritz above mild citric-spiced Noble hop bittering and bready pale malt spine. Herbal-candied honeyed lemon licks groove alongside sugared lemon meringue tartness, soured lemon pit bittering and dry cracked corn ‘maize’ along the way. A sunny day pleasure.
Stylishly robust yellow-cleared light lager brings German pilsner-like musty mineral graining, sour dough flouring and grassy hop neutrality to soured lemon pit musk. Despite extremely pale complexion, simple flavor profile deepens over time. Baked bread, buttered biscuit and honeyed wheat undertones stay delicate beneath the toasted grain surface.
Crisp Mexicali-styled adjunct lager gets a light syrupy agave nectar twist Corona ransacked from its original herbal recipe circa 2005. Zesty lemon-juiced effervescence and brisk lime peel tartness pick up salty coriander nip. Maize-flaked cracked corn provides light mineral graining to delightful light-bodied summertime serenity.
Novel light lager brings mild roasted green chili peppering to soapy citric zest. Washed-out mandarin orange snip and tepid vegetal nuance fade at lingering soft-toned jalapeno-heated chili finish.
Sessionable straw-paled light lager betters most stylistically similar moderations. Mineral-grained hop spicing and lemony spritz contrast rugged Eastern Euro-like corn-sugared maize-dried malt liquor smudge. An astringent bittering and tertiary grassy hay earthiness counter its backend doughy lightness.
Flaccidly under-whelming clear-bottled low-calorie light lager with salt-watered Seltzer fizz, phenol hop astringency, dehydrated corn void and faint metallic sheen is a quaint bore. Flimsy 55-calorie fodder for freakishly frail freshmen.
Perky light-bodied lager brings resinous floral-hopped citric spicing to sourdough breading. Musk-y lemon rot and orange compote pleat mild dry-wooded astringency. Biscuit-y malts bring salty pretzel and toasted baguette illusions to the fore. Serve to Euro pilsner fans.
Decent straw-cleared moderate body brings sunny lemondrop-candied briskness to corn-husked white breaded base. Fizzy carbolic pep ups the frisky spicing, but some metallic acridity seeps in. Betters just about all mediocre Latin American lagers.
Styptic German-styled lager allows gassy carbolic iodizing to agitate bitter citric-fused juniper bite, raw-grained herbal spicing and mild grassy-hopped stipend. Backend celery-rhubarb notion amplifies coarse reedy crudity. Closer to a bitterer British golden ale, perhaps.
Nasty Midwest muck brewed in Wisconsin for Indiana company sponsored by Ohio syndicate. Generic-named, purple-canned light lager starts desolate and watery, then turns ugly quick. Disturbing sourly skunked malt pungency, rotted vegetable continuance, and miring malt-liquored corn oiling not worse than cat-pissed ginger ale putridity. Chalky aspirin-like solvency beckons. As The Jam once sang, ‘the bitterest pill is mine today.’ At $11 a 30-pack it’s still not a bargain. Just awful.
Poor musty Italian blonde lager with pearly-headed opaque-cleared hue lacks body, texture, and complexity, though crisp alpine-watered sparkle revives salty club soda spritz. Thin, watery, washed-out and soapy, its doughy malt spine cannot carryover sour rye breading, swilled corn-floured murk, and phenol citric musk.