What you doing to me? Why would you put a vital piece of information about the beverage and the can in white font on a yellow background? No, I did not see that this was a sour whenever I was picking it up at the beer store. Why? Because it is white lettering on a yellow background. Who would design a can like this? Who hates me this much? Who approved this can? Is weed now legal in Ohio?
The shockingly clear beer has a yellow-orange hue and gives the general appearance of champagne or a sparkling wine once the head is gone. And the head doesn't take too long to go away, leaving nothing behind. Nothing on top of the beer, nothing on the sides of the glass, and nothing around the rim. It is a vast ocean of empty. The aroma is more bread malt than it is peach, but the peach and vanilla are sprinkled in there, for sure.
First sip confirms what the white lettering on a yellow background says: this is a sour beer. That said, this is certainly not the worst sour beer I've ever had. The sour seems to stack up at the beginning of the sip, and it's only gone by the end. I don't think I'm ever going to be a fan of sour beers, but if you're going to make one, this seems like the right approach. The peach and vanilla poke out enough to give the beverage more of a personality than just that of a sour monstrosity. I still don't think I would sip it all night.
Tip-in is sourness and peach fuzz with almost no carbonation to speak of. The middle keeps that unloved sourness as a shadow that is cast across peaches, vanilla, and a malt that might be sweet if it were in a different beer. Surprisingly, the finish also adds sourness to the mix, but a sweetness grabs onto the lips to try and shake it off for the trail off.
Bottom Line: Sour beers sour my attitude.
1.5/5