First sip is a giant hit of what the hell did I just taste? It wasn't good. It was a little tart, a little sour, apricots, and soul-crushing ennui. I will admit that I should probably do my homework and recognize more than the three or four kinds of hops that I can, but these wai-ti hops appear to be adding a dazzle of unpleasant.
Tip-in is tart - like lemon tart with a bread malt barely peeking through and a carbonation tingle around the edges. The middle stretches into a very well balanced bread, apricot, yeast, and flowers; this is generally smooth and pretty decent. Then, the finish brings a tartness with a sour and the flowers speak up before a bitter funk trails off.
Bottom Line: Where in the wide world did they get people to agree that this should be canned?
0.75/5