Bland puffy-headed blonde Ukrainian with washed out hop fizz and hints of berry. Typical of most Eastern Euros from Germany, Czech Republic, and Russia thanks to straightforward grain-based familiarity and brisk hop splotch.

Foamy Bavarian-styled pils with smoked barleymalts bearing down on bitter hop opening. Delicate cocoa tones provide shadowy mocha presence to moderate citric finish.

Palest skunk-scented dry pilsner maintains meager corn-sugared barley toasting and faded caramel malt dash depleted by phenol hop fizz. Soapy lemon dishwater aftertaste sucks worse.

Middling grassy-nosed German-styled pils preserves sunny lemon spritz, bright spice hop fizz, and delicate floral mist. But biscuit snip falters, causing citric acidity to overwhelm bland grain finish. Brewery defunct: 2007.

Soapy, sweet yeast-injected, clear-bodied German pilsener runs out of steam by bland burnt toast finish. Peppy hop bitterness creeps through soft caramel creaminess but pungent sour malting lacks detailed interior of similarly-styled Beck’s Light Lager.

84-calorie lemon-limed spritzer with dank sourdough malting gets sulfuric by fey white bread finish. Only its sunny citric disposition saves this from disgust.

Makers of fair Icehouse Lager offer unexpectedly high 5% alcohol-skewed ‘double-hopped’ light pils with tongue-tickling fizzy hop pep and white-breaded sustenance.

Pungent yeast scent provokes white-breaded sourdough palate up-front. Polite wheat-grained sweetness neutralizes water-crisped crystal malt essence. Those delighted by cloy Rolling Rock would do better to discover this Dutch light-bodied delight.

Impossibly simple yet gently effective Chinese pilsner never allows unduly skunked malt waft to prohibit crisp-watered lemony hop pep and cracked barleycorn nicety from reaching fizzy soft-toned nirvana. At finish, pearly-headed palest-bodied lightweight levels astringent corn trepidation with nice rice splice.

Swift citric-hop softness agitates sugared malts and dry rye snip of musty lemon-wafted medium-bodied pilsner. Grassy barnyard-hay astringency encumbers minor herbal spell.

Acceptable clear-bodied pearl-headed pils with initial skunked grain malting settling above buttery wheat groove. Mild citric sweetness guards floral grapefruit bittering enveloping crisp grassy hop backdrop. So drink a Dink, as the old ad says.

Murky grains dominate sullen hops as a gust of sweet wheat gets lost amidst ill-defined cardboard din. Apprehensive sourdough finish a bit disappointing. Still, richer and heartier than most slack pilsners.