Soft-toned cereal grain theme spiked by prickly spice hops, but quick dissolving barley-wheat finish needs richer malting.

Hardy, but rancid, opaque amber pilsner languished by spoiled orange murk, oily diacetyl must, and steely metallic undertone. Fleeting butterscotch whim overtakes brittle pumpernickel-rye encumbrance and corn husked astringency sabotaging mucky finish.

Easygoing pale-hued moderate-bodied pilsner compares favorably to Italian beers (rather than stated intention of being a Caribbean knockoff) as buttery caramel malt mouthfeel, light lemon lime spicing, wafting mandarin orange tartness and soft carbonation culminate delicate flow.

Green label and bottle reminiscent of Heineken, as well as aromatic pungent musk, grassy spice-hopped dry malting, and faded salt-watered white-breaded nicety. Needs hardier body to avoid slipping into moderate-bodied limbo.

Simple cookie cutter brew lacks memorable sweet grain flow and loses wispy citrus fizz and predictable hop bitterness to soapy Asian-like buttered rice finish.

Pungent gold-hazed premium pils with all-too-familiar Nordic yeast souring. Unlikely Mexican-related agave spicing and floral accents pique interest temporarily but overwhelmingly musty pilsner malting brings raunchy astringency. Barest hint of mocha found at ambiguous finish. Barely thicker, richer than most one dimensional pilsners.

Moderate pale body not far removed from brewers’ lamer, lighter pilsner. Sweet cedar-smoked peat malts meet prickly citric hops, gaining slightest tequila hint at back of tongue.

Sunny opaque light-bodied German pils erects husked wheat fortress around bright nectar-tangerine-peach tang and mildly zesty lemon souring. Grassy wet-leafed hop mildness sidles refreshing mineral-watered crisping to clean citric finish. Fine summertime beach fodder.

Insignificant musty hop-wafted, white fluffy-headed, light-bodied pilsner with dank yeast bitterness reminiscent of Holland brews such as Heineken or Peter’s Brand Pilsener. Flat carbonation, trifling citric souring, and watery flow don’t help. Bavarian? No. Closer to a bad white ale, perhaps. Try Killian’s version instead.

Typical pale-bodied Mexican done right. Clear pale yellowed suds retains fizzy lemon spritz crackling atop cardboardy French breading as distant floral perfumed agave snip wavers. Only slightly reminiscent of Dos Equis or Carta Blanca. Unassuming caramel-spiced nut graining assuages musty green apple bitterness if warmed. Perfect with spicy Mexican food, though ultimately unoriginal.

Friskily carbonated pale pilsner with dank malt overtones, salty corn murmur, bland barley strand, and unobtrusive nutty remnant pleasing to novices only.

Off-putting sulfuric sour mash aroma doesn’t hinder hop-fizzed bruised orange snip entangling crusted white bread efficacy and dry wheat chaff backbone of summery light body. Skirted floral quince dab dubiously fades but increasing rye influence flourishes.