NOSE – Initially sweet and malty, mild citrus hop notes, fading quickly to reveal a strong base note of Jean-Claude Van Damme. Hints of buttered toast, Kodiak snuff and air burps after a meal at Arby’s.
BODY – Paunchy, with skinny legs and more than a little hair. Mouthfeel reminescent of French-kissing a Teamster.
TASTE – Smooth, subtle, nuanced – wait, that’s my tongue. The beer isn’t giving me anything. Okay, there’s some malt, and something resembling hops, although not exactly hops; more like a photocopy of a picture of some hops. However, a dominant flavor is taking hold now, familiar, seductive. It’s the flavor of marketing. Aftertaste leaves me bitter, clinging to religion and guns.
CONCLUSION: This is a beer for those who would prefer to drink regular Budweiser but who have girlfriends. If you’re a Sam Adams Drinker, save your money and pour this into old Sam bottles. Keep in mind that Anheuser-Busch is now owned by a bunch of Belgians who have flooded the world market with their inexplicably popular version of carbonated urine, Stella Artois. Ultimately, those seeking gusto will be more satisfied with Schlitz.