What in the flying hell is this? The pour is so light in color that I can see my entire hand and all its features through the glass. There is no head. Aromas are of rotted sweet corn that has been re-warmed. The flavors are no better with adjunct written all them. This beer is simply a slap in the face to beer lovers, and perhaps only a catalyst to a cheap buzz for the average joe. Stinky frickin nasty can o suds.

Serving type: can

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