Diabolically horrid French pale lager with fusel-like 11.5% alcohol bluster and nasty cheap vodka astringency worse than 40-ounce malt liquor. Cloy corn whiskey spell drops off to diacetyl Chardonnay rancidity, picking up sinewy cat-pissed turpentine linger. Yuck. 

Summery yellow-hazed pale lager with estimable dry-hopped IPA tendencies offers perfumed citric zest to dusty floral earthiness. Lemony grapefruit peel and orange pith embitter tart pineapple, marmalade, cantaloupe and apple illusions. Black-peppered herbal tea and grassy hop oiling add resinous backdrop.

Daringly complex dry-hopped pale lager moves beyond stylistic limitations with its heightened vodka-like 7% alcohol volume, zesty citric intrigue, lingered herbal notion and perfumed lavender florality. Musty yeast funk brings earthen fungi peculiarity to lemon-peeled grapefruit, orange, clementine and navel orange tartness as well as black-peppered lemongrass, basil and sage herbage. Mineral-grained German pilsner malting provides soft base. On tap at Track 84, sunny lemon spritz and mild orange tartness endear grassy-hopped herbage.

Desultory Czech pale bock unfolds slowly and haphazardly. Glutenous rye malting falters as buttery whiskey seeps into the light honey-spiced midst. Supposed oak-chipped smokiness barely registers and cloy beet sugaring is questionable.