Rugged skunked malt odor swamps green-bottled billowy pearl-headed faded gold Greek ‘Hellenic.’ Dissipating barleymalt flap, corn syrup scourge, and cereal grain stipend bungle indistinct sugar-hopped fizz water.

Mundane malt liquor swill with offensive grain alcohol mandate, funky cider pungency, and sordid grain slunk nearly salvaged by sticky corn syrupy malts. Sagging rice base and oily nature diminish tertiary ester-y grape souring. Soapy finish fades quickly.

Molson version of antiquated American macro proves less is more as minor hop fizz, wispy wheat whisk, and sparkling water crispness offer Canadian upgrade. But dry lemon pith pucker and grain backing lack resolve.

Nasty corn-oiled lager with cloying glutinous wheat backdrop truly sucks. But 30-packs found for $15 will please indigent vagrants and high school dorks alike.

Supposed  ‘traditional Slovak’ golden lager sinks dry-hopped grain overtones into pasty caramel malt pleasantry. Herbal citric spicing tingles lingered nut bread finish, but light-bodied watery nature lacks depth of better Eastern Europeans such as Czechvar.

Deer head label is all to recommend of pale gold bore. Malt-soured maize simplicity meets fizzy flat finish that gets metallic to boot.

Simplistic sudsy saltwater light body as fresh and clean as the Hawaiian surf. Soft buttered malt sedation and delicate floral hopped citric swerve perfect for mainstream lagerheads.

Scotch-licked grain-toasted honey-malted off-dry palate moderates mild hop fizz, settling on tongue ever so softly. Subtle roasted barley-wheat pleasantry washed-out by phenol metallic onslaught.

Strangely, (sometimes) brewed by Moosehead instead of Molson, this 5% alcohol lager has dank malt aroma, pervasive barley sweetness, and thin hop ripples, but lacks crisp, clean water texture prevalent in other Molson brews.

Sympathetic dry-fizzed dull-hopped bitterness and mild Scotch malt tangent hide creamed wheat influence for yeast-licked cardboard-like grain musk on par with Michelob, perhaps.

Sole native Haitian beer comes in pudgy brown bottle and tastes no worse than Jamaica’s Red Stripe. Palest straw hue, billowy pearl head, and sweet corn aroma introduce medium-bodied mediocrity. Sour malting picks up maize tinge usurped by sharp lemony grapefruit hop bittering.

Named after local Andes penguins, roughhewn pale-toned Chilean fades hop-grained corn malted astringency into barest wood burnt intonation, retaining no head or body to sulfuric finish.