Fine canned version streamlines baked-breaded sourdough malting with resinous hop bittering, coarse grain-husked minerality and wafting cologne musk. Herbal snips and vegetal wisps glide through the salt-watered briskness as well. Serve to anyone intrigued by Heineken’s pungent hop bitterness or to less aggressive Dortmunder lager imbibers. Betters any marketed cream ale.
On tap at Mews (and available in cans), polite moderate-bodied cream ale makes for an easygoing, approachable session beer. Dry wood-toned hop spicing creases honeyed citric easement above crowded biscuit malt bottom. Baked bread, wheat toast and baguette illusions provide restrained alacrity.
Approachable moderate-bodied session ale. Light caramelized creaming and doughy baked breading contrast subtly perfumed grassy hop bittering. Lemony grapefruit splurge picks up mild herbal tea nuance above wispy ethanol pungency, finishing with a zesty citric-spiced zip.
Illuminating honeyed orange-lemon essence and sweet vanilla malting give tangy light-bodied thirst quencher an effervescent Orange Crush soda, sherbet, or creamsickle appeal. Seltzer fizz hides faint peach-grapefruit-ginger tones. A better ‘malternative.’
Despite bubbly effervescence, citrus-tinged spiciness, creamy malt elegance, and pleasant grain finish, pale reddish-hued ale remains unassuming. Easy to drink, but in need of extra umphh! Beer’s been retired since ’08.
Amiable creamy-headed straw-hazed sparkling ale combines dark Belgian malts with sinewy yeast funk, bitter citrus spicing, and tea-like splendor for casually perplexed moderate body. As hoppy as an IPA (with wispy yellow grapefruit, green apple, and orange fruiting), but softly crisp-watered and lightly grained, allowing pilsner fans a chance to catch their breath.
Toasted almond nuttiness, brazen barley roast, and cracked wheat spine thin out to diffuse buttery finish of middling light body. Somewhat flat, acidic, and oily when warmed.
Thick doughy essence and cloy creamed corn froth buried beneath dismal maize-dried metallic hop fizz to sudsy diacetyl finish. Acetous density bloats gut for flatulent conclusion. Low-budgeted blue collar fans call it Genny Cream. Pass.
Unlike most Rogue’s tried and tested, this was found only in smaller 12-ounce bottle. Amazingly, it loses little textural richness or fine organic consistency. Honey-glazed creaminess, moderate fruity bitterness, and herbal twinge enhance corn syrupy malted grain continuance, though intrusively astringent hop finish ransacks buttery vanilla snippet.
Pours from the can like thick nitro-fueled Guinness (though much lighter in appearance), allowing cascading bubbles to arise from bottom. Creamy froth saturates orange peel tang, wafting barleymalt sweetness and brisk hop bitterness, bettering Boddington’s billowy dilution by a widget. But it’s a tidbit thin for its class.
Initially, sour-fruited hefeweizen-pilsner-pale ale combo needed more pronounced Scotch malt thrust and less astringent nuttiness to hike wavering orange-lemon midst and floral-spiced backdrop. Second tasting a year hence, 10% alcohol level enlivened caramelized apple sweetness, broader floral bouquet and ascending piney-hopped grapefruit-apricot finish for much better result.