Sunset orange dry German pils with minor turbidity finds spice-hopped tangerine-melon tang overshadowing desolate candied honey sweetness. Fizzier and simpler, yet more bitter, than brewers’ Jubilaumsbier.

Skunked malt pungency relinquished by orange-candied sweetness and mild lemony souring to wheat biscuit spine. Off-dry diacetyl finish ravages irretrievably light pale body.

Short on flavor and lacking aroma, this “golden true Euro-style pilsner” gains strength from soft-textured spicy-hopped grapefruit bitterness. Crystalline water flow reminiscent of some Canadian ales. But carbolic nature wipes away mineral graining.

Respectable amber-glazed, sweet Scotch-wafted, flat-headed pilsener with mild yeast sinew atop caramelized crystal malt linger. Saaz hops tickle tongue before leaving roasted finish that turns acidic then vapid.

Fizzy pop-like pilsner with pungent yeast, floral hops, and staid barley scouring crisp water flow. Not as fine as Czech staples Pilsner Urquel or Czechvar, but full-bodied nature beats Bud by a grain.

Supposed first beer sold post-prohibition offers sweet corn-malt nose and minor wheat-barley mouthfeel countering prickly hop bite and fizzy citric zest to salty bottom.

Rudimentary corn-sugared cereal grain sweetness overtakes doughy baked bread smear, barley biscuit surge, and sour yeast funk worsened by putrid sulfuric waft.

Low calorie-carbohydrate pils expectedly lacks sugary malt thrust to put it over the top. Instead, harshly astringent honeyed almond frontage gets mired in soft hop-fizzed neutrality. Luckily, light marzipan reminder avoids annoyingly synthetic ‘lite’ beer affliction.

Named after the Three Stooges character, bland pilsner has no noticeable aroma, weak malt presence, and hidden clove-agave spices beneath soft-watered cardboard finish.

Clear-toned pearl-headed German version suffers from dour malt souring, lacking body and resilience. Silky hop ease and subdued yeast pungency will thrill amateurs ready to try richer pils.

1-pint tin can features picturesque golf design collectors will deem worthy. Gooey spiced malt sweetness, corn sugar base, and mild tea innuendo lack robustness, but as lightweight German pilsner (listed as an ale) it’ll please amateurs turned off by bulkier bitter-hopped rivals.

Skunked yeast waft, soapy dishwater flow, and cloying mouthfeel ruin biscuit-y wheat cracker contour of sweet-grained moderation. Gentle grassy hop bittering underscores latent sourdough persuasion. Rivals vapid American macrobrews.