Cider-like, with a bright, gingery opening. Gets dry pretty quickly, but not very sour, in a way that is pretty pomegranatey. I liked the ginger, not so much the finish.
A rich, creamy, dark milk stout with a fruity character that may or may not have been illusion. It was... jammy? Like a PB&J truffle without the PB. I really liked this.
If this is a pilsner at heart, either the tartness of the blood orange or some dry hopping have masked it considerably. A tart-resinous flavor with just a hint of finishing cereal and funk. Crisp, this isn't, but in a different mood this could have been a lot more successful for me. OBVIOUSLY the can art is excellent.
Basically tastes like the liquid from a jar of pickled peppers... and yet, somehow, in a good-ish way? I'm probably the only one, but I kind of enjoyed this. I'm in a really weird mood, though.
Still absolutely the worst label art I've ever seen. It's even more disturbing up-close - no hand? The flavor, on the other hand, is really nice -- a roast-chocolate brown ale with a slightly salty flavor and maybe a hint of smoke. It produces a pretty warm, comfy feeling, and surprisingly, no bitterness on the finish. Drink this, but maybe out of a paper bag?
The first impression is definitely of rye whiskey, but it's followed soon after by unexpected wheat funk and a light, bubblegummy yeast character. I don't know if it was my imagination given the chicken imagery, but I thought maybe a hint of corn as well? It was interesting, but more on the novelty side than something truly good.
Delicious, bready doppelbock with a smooth, malty, caramel flavor. I can't say the barrel aging was especially obvious, though there were clear reminders of something like §ucaba in there.