What does this mysterious name mean? What is the secret of the seven piano keys? Why is it that
Omnipollo can't put out a beer with a regular-looking label that is easily recognizable? These are questions to which there may be no answers. There definitely won't be on my blog, because I'm not looking that stuff up.
The clear, gold beer has a LOT of head that is sticky enough to leave lacing, and that's unusual (for these guys) and welcomed into my house with open arms. The uneven mess of bubbles across the top of the beer is a direct result of the incongruous size of the bubbles, and I'll take them, if I get my lacing. The aroma is a little punchy with sour and lemon in it. I hope this isn't a sour beer.
First sip is, in fact, a little sour and more than a little funky. I can't say I like it. And I mean, I don't like it at all, but it's not the kind of throw-it-against-the-wall bull of the usual sour beers. Instead, it's a "well, I guess I just threw my money away" kind of generic ick. Nope. Not a fan of sipping.
Tip-in is sour and funky nonsense with lemons and grains under it. The middle rushes into horrid terribleness of sour and blagh! I am not drinking any more of this. This is gut-wrenchingly bad.
Bottom Line: Stop it! Also, don't call this a "Pale ale dry hopped with Galaxy." Call it "Sour disgust in a bottle."
0.0/5
