I'm not generally a fan of funky beers, and it may be a failing of the beer industry that they have decided to label things as hazy, but they never just decided a funky beer could have its own label. Possibly, funky should become its own style. This is a controversial stance, and people who know a lot about beer probably disagree with me. And I cannot stress enough that they are probably right.
The very clear gold beer erupts with a head, but it is not so much that it overwhelms the glass. It’s a sticky, patchy head that leaves a good bit of lacing as it descends to its equally patchy cap over the beer. The aroma is a little pine and a lot of funk. Is it dank or funk? I can’t tell, but it might be both.First sip is a travesty. Okay, maybe it’s not that bad, but it’s not good. The dank is fighting the funk, and the pine is just adding bitterness to the whole thing. Is there a malt? Could be, but I couldn’t even guess as to what it tastes like under all this nonsense.
Tip-in is dank and bitter with carbonation getting progressively louder. The middle spreads funk and dank with a little skunk throughout the mouth as the carbonation screams out for help. The finish is bitter funk and dank and skunk.
Bottom Line: Someone liked this enough to sell it.
0.25/5