Whoa, here she comes... |
The beer pours dark, dark amber with a two-finger head that lessens
then lingers throughout. The nose is dominated by piney and citrusy hop smells,
which outperform the malty burnt sugars. The taste switches things up, with the
biscuity caramel malts now the Daryl Hall of the relationship. To be honest, I
feel like this may be an older bottle, and age has not been kind to this beer.
It tastes slightly watery and thin, and thin and malty is not a combination I
particularly enjoy. The hop flavor is slightly muted, and there is a creamy
mouthfeel accompanied by some medium carbonation. The wildcard here is that
there is a strong fruit presence, almost like dried strawberries or strawberry
jam, and this actually balances out the malt and hop profile in an interesting manner. Despite my aversion to many aspects of this beer, I keep wanting to have another
sip. I continue this back and forth throughout the glass, and I can imagine the
difficulties of many a groupie in the early 80s choosing between beautiful,
blonde Hall or rugged, mustaschioed Oates. It’s a hard decision how to rate this beer,
but as the glass empties I realize that while I may be sitting with you, my
eyes are on the door…
Rating: C+
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