Eye-catching circus freak-labeled series continues with complex 10% alcohol-fueled German-styled doppelbock posing as a strong lager. Sugary ginger sweetness invades red cherry, golden raisin, purple grape, and apricot fruitiness as well as buttery molasses-chocolate malting. Peppery hop fizz simmers tertiary gin-soaked barleywine, Chardonnay, and rum boozing and slight metallic twang. Like the finest non-flavored vodka, this full-bodied lager elevates its supplemental ingredients.

Supposed German-styled lager corrupts Seltzer-watered lightness with sagging chocolate malt lag. Musty barley-toasted mocha sweetness can't overcome bland, indistinct finish.

Gimmicky one dimensional lager lacks luster after green jalapeno pepper hits you like hot tamale at first swallow. Distant garlic uneasiness usurped by harrowingly cloy finish.

Ghostly pale short-headed pilsner with frisky tongue-tingling hop fizz overriding lost grain incentive, dank malt nose, and sweet tobacco leaf snippet. Calming bitterness ultimately tamed by dull watery finish of wispy lightweight.

Subtle smoked malt taunt and shadowy honey-sugared sweetness drape early metallic souring of soapy golden-hazed medium-bodied pale lager. Floral-herbal caress compromised by vegetal rice-corn stridency. Second-rate.

Washed-out soapiness spoils inconspicuous 6.8% alcohol-soaked pale yellow Pol. Cereal biscuit theme cannot overcome bland honeyed malt prompt, leaving barest grassy hop finish to tend for itself against prickly carbolic acridity.

Lame light-bodied lager with gnarly 4.8% alcohol and quick hop bite flattens out. Fizzy sugar surge and deflective malt chintz ultimately inconsequential.

Sharp hop fizz deepens corn syrupy honeyed oats sweetness and husked wheat dryness. Glutinous wheat mouthfeel confirms thick malting. Robust considering lager status. Perfect early evening prelude.

Dismal white-headed pale-bodied lager contrasts dingy barley-wheat sweetness and mineral earthiness against salty sourdough finish. Moderate dry hop bittering disrupted by cloying fizz.

Do they drink this rust-hued pale lager at Kremlin while snorting vodka? Moderate malted hops penetrate the senses as refreshing water smoothness counters dirty grain consistency, combining for Scotch-like finish softening on the back of the tongue. Easy to plow down like many barely adequate, overly advertised American macrobrews.

Earthen hop aroma, soft water flow, and dank barley-grained mesh lead to soapy finish. Happily, moderate-bodied frivolity lacks the sickly cloy sweetness of American counterparts such as Miller Genuine Draft or Budweiser.