Mildly creamy grassy-hopped ale counters sharply red-fruited orange-peeled grapefruit bittering with sweet caramel malt wake suppressed as bottle drains. Floral spicing recedes too quickly.

Grain-framed reddish copper ale gains impressive rye emphasis promptly underscored by earthy wheat chaff, toasted biscuit nuance, and dry hop fizz. Minimal tobacco leaf and citrus notes fortify sweet finish, enhancing overall distinction.

Modest coppery pale body with floral nose and lively carbonation allows toasted honey malts to embrace hop-embittered citric-berry nuances. Green raisin, apricot, and plum accents hide beneath slight oxidation.

Pleasant mainstream ale allows sticky malt sweetness and compromised orange-grapefruit-tangerine tang to subsume mild honeyed creaminess.

Arguably closer to toasted lager than fruity pale ale, allowing smooth almond cluster to fortify roasted barleymalts and rolled oats. Herbal dalliance wavers.

Faint fruited sourness and dry hop bitterness pace full-bodied pale ale, gaining strength as grainy persistence lingers to bold finish. Nothing fancy or pretentious, just pleasant and easy to imbibe.

Astringent English-styled pale ale with fruity thrust, toasted nuttiness and candied caramel malt pleasantry in need of punch, bite and finish. Why does Saranac always lack that extra ‘something’ to put them over the top?

Delicious off-dry fructose malt formality leads to spruce-y hop lather and succinct orange rind-soured apricot-raspberry-blueberry tang. Bitter black currant ebb-tide and dainty floral rim inform barley-toasted cracked wheat spine. Tantalizingly fresh and modestly bold.

Hippie chic psychedelic bee label, citrus-y ‘Hempen Ale’ aroma, and fruited pale malts confront bitter-grained luster for rich frothy-headed complexity. Heavy Brussels lace coats the top as yeast sediment cakes the bottom of mellow Beatles-inspired curiosity.

Brisk roasted barley template receives creamy malt richness, absorbing well-hopped soda-like fizz of highly carbolic moderate body. Mild fruitiness sweetens polite grain finish. Serve to pilsner fans as an alternative.

Moderate amber-paled clear-bottled mediocrity brings modest crystal malting and mild corn sweetness to delicate off-dry bitterness. But watery flow lacks resilience of Wychwood’s much better Fiddler’s Elbow and autumnal Hobgoblin (though the bewitching scarecrow label’s a scream).

Smooth grain palate and bread crust remnant immerse cloudy orange-hued medium body that’s just right for lagerheads and ale hailers alike. Dense barley-malted mineral grain sediment invades mild citric tang and tamped down hop bittering. Beautiful pine finish maintains hearty richness despite lack of creamy affluence. Dry honey tones nearly lost in the shuffle.