These brewers are pretty demanding, right? I mean, I don’t recall the last time I even wanted to call Atlanta by a different name. I suspect this was some antiquated, popularized nickname for the Sweaty City, but who calls these places by cute little colloquial names, anyway? I mean, it's hot in Atlanta in the summer, but it's hot in a lot of places, right?
First sip is a reminder that I should sometimes read the can before drinking. It is dank, and it says so on the can, so it’s my fault for not looking. It’s not going insanely dank, but it’s lingering above the tropical fruits like an unexpected cloud. Now, a cloud blocking the sun on a hot day may be welcome, but is this? We’ll have to see how this shakes out in the swig.
Tip-in is dank haze over pine with light carbonation burn. The middle proceeds with tropical fruits becoming thick under the cloud of bitter, hazy pines. The finish is a rise in sweetness while the dank glazes the rest of the mouth.
Bottom Line: I will not call it Hotlanta, but I don’t know why.
2.25/5