Abhorrent 8.2% alcohol-fueled clear straw lager with uneasy initial skunked aroma and offensive cloying nature settling to soapy corn liquor-induced diacetyl flow nastier than shoddy American malt liquors.

Garnet amber mediocrity brings dry nutty dalliance to caramelized crystal-black malt roasting and orange-peach-grapefruit tang. Similar to IPA 46 minus the piney protrusion.

Delicious all-consuming coffee-hazelnut essence enamors nose, mouth, and gullet. Registered in U.S. as malt liquor due to feverish 7.8 % alcohol content, sweet Canadian bock coats the throat with uncommon maple-molasses richness.

Monster movie cleavage queen Elvira provides promo for full-bodied lager. Overtones of holiday seasoning (nutmeg-coriander) and red ale fruitiness (apple-pear-peach) provide zesty burst of sweetness to simmering cocoa malting. Bad publicity initiated by former sponsor, Coors, and the black-attired vampress’ exposed cleavage at the Great American Beerfest hurt sales and production ceased by ’98.

Indifferent tiny-headed barley-crisped moderation undermined by tepid caramelized malting and phenol hop undercurrent. Ultimately unassuming, considering German heritage. Doubtlessly defunct.

Limited edition winter brew lacks traditional seasonal traits, allowing sweet biscuit-y malts to drench bland wheat strand, tangy floral citric variable, and spiced hop restraint, but diacetyl finish lowers efficiency.

Admirable chestnut-hued Kulmbacher-styled German knockoff offers sour yeast sinew, husked corn sweetness, and hop-dried roasted nuttiness to counter smoked chocolate bitterness. Caramelized mocha malting and veiled molasses creaminess lend latent full-bodied milk stout-like splendor.

Interesting dunkel weiss devoid of expectant wheat prominence borders on mild barleywine after chewy chocolate malt creaminess settles down. Hints of raisin and cocoa re-enforce strong alcohol thickness.

Dry auburn-hued German dark lager brings barley-toasted honeyed wheat and caramelized nuttiness to less salient soured chocolate finish. Minor tobacco roast knocks back slight astringency.

Closer to a nut brown ale than Munich dunkel, sacrificing bittersweet brown sugared black chocolate expectancy for earthen walnut and sweet hazelnut refuge. Metallic hop fizz hides sour prune-raisin-fig meander and burnt coffee retreat, shuffling off to faded cherry syrup pleasantry. Butter pecan finish loses effectiveness to oily encumbrance.

Frothy beige-headed dry body retains barley-wheat insistence and extreme hop-fueled carbonation settling to dank citric finish. Artisan well water fortifies fine, if unfulfilling, German rep.

Supposed ‘full-bodied’ dark lager has a lot goin’ on. Burnt hop bittering recalls musty red ale; earthen grain insinuation provokes uncomplicated pilsner; and berry-tinged finish glides like dreary summer ale. But murky mix is problematic.