Crisp Mexicali-styled adjunct lager gets a light syrupy agave nectar twist Corona ransacked from its original herbal recipe circa 2005. Zesty lemon-juiced effervescence and brisk lime peel tartness pick up salty coriander nip. Maize-flaked cracked corn provides light mineral graining to delightful light-bodied summertime serenity.
Novel light lager brings mild roasted green chili peppering to soapy citric zest. Washed-out mandarin orange snip and tepid vegetal nuance fade at lingering soft-toned jalapeno-heated chili finish.
Sessionable straw-paled light lager betters most stylistically similar moderations. Mineral-grained hop spicing and lemony spritz contrast rugged Eastern Euro-like corn-sugared maize-dried malt liquor smudge. An astringent bittering and tertiary grassy hay earthiness counter its backend doughy lightness.
Flaccidly under-whelming clear-bottled low-calorie light lager with salt-watered Seltzer fizz, phenol hop astringency, dehydrated corn void and faint metallic sheen is a quaint bore. Flimsy 55-calorie fodder for freakishly frail freshmen.
Perky light-bodied lager brings resinous floral-hopped citric spicing to sourdough breading. Musk-y lemon rot and orange compote pleat mild dry-wooded astringency. Biscuit-y malts bring salty pretzel and toasted baguette illusions to the fore. Serve to Euro pilsner fans.
Decent straw-cleared moderate body brings sunny lemondrop-candied briskness to corn-husked white breaded base. Fizzy carbolic pep ups the frisky spicing, but some metallic acridity seeps in. Betters just about all mediocre Latin American lagers.
Styptic German-styled lager allows gassy carbolic iodizing to agitate bitter citric-fused juniper bite, raw-grained herbal spicing and mild grassy-hopped stipend. Backend celery-rhubarb notion amplifies coarse reedy crudity. Closer to a bitterer British golden ale, perhaps.
Nasty Midwest muck brewed in Wisconsin for Indiana company sponsored by Ohio syndicate. Generic-named, purple-canned light lager starts desolate and watery, then turns ugly quick. Disturbing sourly skunked malt pungency, rotted vegetable continuance, and miring malt-liquored corn oiling not worse than cat-pissed ginger ale putridity. Chalky aspirin-like solvency beckons. As The Jam once sang, ‘the bitterest pill is mine today.’ At $11 a 30-pack it’s still not a bargain. Just awful.
Poor musty Italian blonde lager with pearly-headed opaque-cleared hue lacks body, texture, and complexity, though crisp alpine-watered sparkle revives salty club soda spritz. Thin, watery, washed-out and soapy, its doughy malt spine cannot carryover sour rye breading, swilled corn-floured murk, and phenol citric musk.
Cloying saccharine-like lime soda likeness may put off all but fruited malt beverage lunkheads. Dry lime spritzer (with acrid hop-fizzed aridity and straw-yellowed hue) picks up definite agave influence, but goes flat quick. Sugary lemonade snip, tart white-yellow grape parching, and zesty menthol herbage round out trendy light-bodied desiccation.
Another dull clear-bottled beige-yellowed light-bodied Latin lager only Corona lightweights can stand. Mild corn-husked astringency contrasts equally intolerable cloying malt liquor musk and solvent sulfuric sash. Peppy carbolic hop fizz disrupted by blunt oxidization and spoiled cabbage patch.