Peaceful easy lightweight with unassuming essence retains slightest hop bitterness lingering below husked grain mesh. Serve to those who dislike fizzy wine-like wheat ales to bridge gap for them. Brewery defunct: circa 2004.

Distant cereal grain, roasted barley, and toasted wheat template laminates irksome phenol hop fizz of strident ‘crystal wheat ale’ for disappointingly sketchy brew.

Dank sour citrus aroma, bland watery texture, unspecific fruity tartness, and sharp hop coarseness make up the mainstream appeal of this not so ‘tricky’ tonic.

Likable ’07 limited edition gold-hazed amber uses pomegranate juice as catalyst to bring out slyly bittersweet lemony blueberry-boysenberry-juniper tartness above wheat-cracked honeyed oats spine. Ripe peach-apricot-cherry tang and juicy orange-tangerine pliability add auxiliary luster. Arguably as fine as Shmaltz’s He’brew Pomegranate Ale tasted one week before.

Ticklish hop fizz delicately underscores water-softened chaff wheat profile of straw-hued light body. Grassy mouthfeel permeates tempered peat-backed oats nuance, casual grain bitterness, and slight banana snip, but uninvolved finish fades to sweet pilsner-like oblivion.

Pale-clouded moderate-bodied white-wined wheat ale checks in with immediate clove-coriander spicing above fluctuant crystal malt assertion. Fizzy dry hop bittering overrides lemony orange-peach tartness. Light and fluffy for Belgian, but brisk quinine water crispness usurps bland finish while half-affirming tertiary tropical fruitiness.

Tepid honey essence never fully realized; cloying nature annoys; clean water texture deteriorates and unassuming 5.2% alcohol content wavers. Plus, sweet malt finish subsides too quickly.

Enigmatic winter-seasoned braggot-mead combination pairs enticing honeyed heather-jasmine sweetness with less expressive orange-peeled peach-tangerine tang. Temporal herbal-spiced chamomile tea bitterness and withered grassy bark-twig dryness counter maple-sapped malted wheat spine. Off-putting vegetal acridity and dank metallic sear nearly ruin lemony white wine bid.

Off-dry golden-hazed wheat ale retains pallid honeyed wheat base too frail to lift slack herbal spicing, soiled vegetal nature, and butterscotch candied nicety.

Be forewarned! Disposable rust copper-hued tea-scented sludge truly sucks. Murky cocoa lament and dried prune sterility given dirty water flatulence. Hasty unripe orange and sour apple hints dry up. My friend Bob shot the five bottles leftover in his backyard.

Arguably the best macro brew marketed in the States, bringing forth a delightfully moderate Belgian-styled yeast strain that’s undeniably indelible and tantalizingly idiosyncratic. Bright citrus nose snuggles delicate coriander-spiced lemon and orange peel spritz, assuring hop-spiced ale its ephemeral quality. Lilting honeyed yeast sweetness may lack syrupy thickness, but tart white-wined green grape esters prove ample above wispy wheat spine. Warning: inferior canned version sucks shit – a phenolic untasteful mess with no discernible original flavor.

Moderately bitter straw-hued autumnal harvester exudes freshly cut wheat chaff palate and mowed grass backdrop, finishing soapier and flatter than most in its class. Though lacking richness, tangy orange rind spell woos subdued grassy hop wisp. Serve with lemon wedge. Mix with pineapple juice for ‘Maui Wowie.’