Middling grassy-nosed German-styled pils preserves sunny lemon spritz, bright spice hop fizz, and delicate floral mist. But biscuit snip falters, causing citric acidity to overwhelm bland grain finish. Brewery defunct: 2007.

Soapy, sweet yeast-injected, clear-bodied German pilsener runs out of steam by bland burnt toast finish. Peppy hop bitterness creeps through soft caramel creaminess but pungent sour malting lacks detailed interior of similarly-styled Beck’s Light Lager.

84-calorie lemon-limed spritzer with dank sourdough malting gets sulfuric by fey white bread finish. Only its sunny citric disposition saves this from disgust.

Makers of fair Icehouse Lager offer unexpectedly high 5% alcohol-skewed ‘double-hopped’ light pils with tongue-tickling fizzy hop pep and white-breaded sustenance.

Pungent yeast scent provokes white-breaded sourdough palate up-front. Polite wheat-grained sweetness neutralizes water-crisped crystal malt essence. Those delighted by cloy Rolling Rock would do better to discover this Dutch light-bodied delight.

Impossibly simple yet gently effective Chinese pilsner never allows unduly skunked malt waft to prohibit crisp-watered lemony hop pep and cracked barleycorn nicety from reaching fizzy soft-toned nirvana. At finish, pearly-headed palest-bodied lightweight levels astringent corn trepidation with nice rice splice.

Swift citric-hop softness agitates sugared malts and dry rye snip of musty lemon-wafted medium-bodied pilsner. Grassy barnyard-hay astringency encumbers minor herbal spell.

Acceptable clear-bodied pearl-headed pils with initial skunked grain malting settling above buttery wheat groove. Mild citric sweetness guards floral grapefruit bittering enveloping crisp grassy hop backdrop. So drink a Dink, as the old ad says.

Murky grains dominate sullen hops as a gust of sweet wheat gets lost amidst ill-defined cardboard din. Apprehensive sourdough finish a bit disappointing. Still, richer and heartier than most slack pilsners.

Icelandic-styled light-bodied golden-amber pilsner coddles wheat-chaffed fresh-cut hay dryness as sour green apple tartness rises, but drab diacetyl finish puts this in mainstream territory.

Strong musk-like stench, simple soapy flow, and polite bitter grain presence up-front. But don’t let ‘light’ tag fool you. By no means a processed macrobrew like Bud or Miller Lite, though lacking malt character of better domestic pilsners.

Unlike many yellowed Latin brews, iconic Dominian medium body is never reliant on tequila familiarity. Fizzy carbonation, foamy head, sugared corn malting and aromatic spices adapt skunked barley hop acerbity. Unassuming cracked wheat finish retains salty bitterness and buttery silkiness, giving it slight edge over Corona (which has better water) and Dos Equis (which has balmier finish).