Worthy ‘strangely refreshing’ fruit ale perfect as easy-drinking light-bodied poolside fodder. Juicy Jolly Rancher watermelon theme maintains sweet thrust above dainty hop-fizzed strawberry Seltzer spritz to cereal-sugared wheat-honeyed spine. Tangible lemonade tartness works its way into artificial melon flavoring. Serve to anyone with a sweet tooth.

On tap, soapy washed-out yellow-cleared fruit ale lacks luster. Brazilian acai berries, a dietary antioxidant, never bolsters pallid softie. Fizzy dry-hopped raspberry, blueberry, cranberry, and cherry souring mires subsidiary lemon-limed green apple, Granny Smith apple, and white peach tartness. Dull white-breaded spine of arid light body only makes things worse.

Updated, downgraded, unbalanced version of former ‘Laughing Buddha’ labeled fruit beer (with sinewy yeast sediment) lacks proper mango influence to fragile pale wheat spine. Leathery white grape acridity, comparable to Belgian gueuze, encumbers lemon-soured mango tartness and unripe peach nullity that becomes overbearingly mouth-puckering in its acidic dryness. Serve with barbecue steak or pork to bring out further illusions.

Cloy soda-like stickiness may lower appeal of unfiltered ivory-headed hazy-yellowed ‘white beer.’ Cinnamon-spiced baked apple tartness overrides lemony pear-apricot trifle and almond-vanilla dab, but gummy confectionery malting severely undercuts capricious red-yellow-green apple blend. Serve to quirky quince quaffers.

Buoyant pineapple ale with surprisingly turbid red hue retains spicy citric tartness embellished by sinewy yeast. Tertiary berry, melon and quince illusions immerse fruit cocktail essence. Neither overbearing in its peculiarity nor too drab, but in need of fully-formed original identity. Serve with lemon wedge prior to summer. Brewery defunct: 2003.

Malted rye and roasted barley-hops reassure fermented nectar tang. Not unlike fine apricot wine, but short-lived phenol finish sets it back. Brewery defunct: 1997.

Polite sweet-tart raspberry effervescence and sour blueberry follow-up endorse fruity ale. But lackluster cereal grains impede tertiary white grape, peach, cranberry, and blackberry illusions.

Dynamic well-balanced straw-hazed wheat beer offers refreshingly juicy apricot-tangerine depth for delightfully spicy lemon tartness. Soft hops sit on tongue as cracked wheat backbone settles in, picking up mild chamomile-coriander notes. Ripe citric tang lingers forever.

Uneven pinkish amber-hued dry-malted mead (a vintage fermented beverage with wine-like characteristics) preserves bitterly unripe raspberry-blueberry-cherry theme, tart white grape skin mouthfeel, and soured green apple-cranberry squint. Tucked beneath quiet 9% alcohol deluge lies raw honeyed wisp, burly acidity, and black currant hint.

Unique ale blends cranberry juice with maple richness in an obtuse manner. Obtrusive cranberry souring hits initially, getting derailed by fizzy sparkle. Not nearly as well crafted as expected, but maple finish provides sufficient appeal.

Beautifully mellow pinkish white-headed golden dry body nicely constricts black currant bitterness succinctly soaked up by cranberry apple tartness, unripe peach serenity, and citric rosebud tinge. Honey wheat backdrop flawlessly underscores oncoming bittersweet blueberry finish further soured by ester-y champagne tingle.

Peculiar lemony apricot musk rises out of corky floral auspices as nearly sickeningly sweet malt sugaring stirs carbolic soda flow. Salient mango-papaya-honeydew tropicalia gains hold above biscuit-y wheat base of tangy fruited golden dessert treat. Call it a peach lambic and you’d be closer.