On tap, dank straw-hued German-styled pilsner conveys salty corn-silk dryness to vegetal-swilled lemon-bruised orange-candied sourness. Diacetyl finish retains dull bread-crusted pumpernickel nuance and mild currant sway. Canned version gets awfully tinny. Forget the dumb ‘deluxe’ tag, this here’s mere cheap debris.