Well balanced gold-hazed Belgian-styled witbier competes favorably with Blue Moon’s similar summery wheat brew. Deep blueberry waft matches blueberry muffin piquancy as lemony strawberry-pineapple accents caress peppery-hopped sour orange-candied tartness and coriander-nutmeg spicing to cereal-grained wheat biscuit bottom. Nothing jumps out as blanched fruity finish lacks pizzazz and solvent-like astringency expands.

Wonderful dry-bodied mahogany-hued German weisse knockoff brings aromatic floral hops and reedy grape-skinned prune-plum coarseness to dark-spiced cereal-grained caramel roast. Burly wheat wine essence may fool some into believing it’s expensive Belgian or French ale. On tap, clove and other spices perk up butterscotch-imbued finish to sheer perfection.

Lackluster clear golden wheat lager loses clover honey gist, minor rye hint, and tea-like nuance to ephemeral soft-fruited grapefruit-orange-peach backend, finishing with inferior dried barleymalt restraint. Club soda carbonation suffuses dinky hop acridity.

Cloudy golden hefeweizen gathers bruised orange souring, banana peel variance, and lemony tartness to uplift hop-bitten mint-clove sensation. But metallic bone dry finish hampers vegetative surge, murky malt splurge, and wheat biscuit merge.

Biscuit-y nose and chaffed wheat mouthfeel settle alongside lemony orange tang for easy finishing smoothie.

Deeply encrusted wood burnt tone embraces barren clove, bubblegum and citric pleasantries to cracked wheat bed. Watery finish precludes refinement. Not far removed from a red ale per amber-hazed hue, peat-smoked malt constancy and frisky floral hop bite, yet disturbingly lightweight for its class.

Refreshingly light wheat ale with berry-spruced waft, dark grain pungency, and strangely, despite sweet nutmeg, cinnamon, and wintry spices, an unassuming finish. While most wheat ales explode in your mouth, this atypical midrange contender floats down the throat smoothly without hesitation, leaving only hints of husked barley to cover spicy adjuncts in its wake.

Doughy yeast sediment stirs up fervid bruised orange mouthfeel, surging floral-hopped apricot-tangerine-pineapple piquancy, and latent vanilla-cloved banana bubblegum splurge. Candied medicinal finish girded by rising juniper-peppercorn bitterness and transient mint spicing.

Smooth moderate-bodied pearly-headed straw blonde ale lacks syrupy pomegranate expectancy. Instead, narrow spice-hopped tingle and fragile lemony grapefruit pucker embitter frail grain backdrop. Plainly tart finish ensconced with soured peach, apricot, and green apple illusions.

Though label’s picturesque bears on a brightly colored windowpane in a grapevine setting is a hoot, this is ultimately ineffective as either wheat ale or crossover blackberry-fermented fruity ale. Washed-out phenolic citrus astringency and solvent-like acidity diminish expectations of palest club soda-like spritzer. It simply doesn’t deliver what’s promised.

After swigging this astringent orange rind-embittered off-dry ‘wheat,’ you’d swear it was a mislabeled pale ale. Interfering bland tartness and sour acidity lead to its demise, losing candied honey undercurrent in the shuffle.