Damn son, has it come to this? Fucking around with that 2% piece like a baller ass Derringer with one up in the chamber. So this one last came out 4 years ago in a massive 150 bottle release. Most people stroking it to King Henry or having nocturnal emissions about CBS don’t even know what the fuck this bottle is. This site isn’t for them. For those of you who actually appreciate this 2% choad, you will how know deep this satisfies due to the girth. Let’s give the fucking 2012ers a second to Google this and become Berliner experts for a moment.
Alright, lets go.
Southampton Publick House
New York, United States
Berliner Weissbier | 2.00% ABV
A: This looks like pure sunlight and running through a field of cattails on a warm summer day. The carb was perfect and crackled in wispy foam that hung around like a bottle of Sprite mixed with some pineapple Fanta. Amazing radiance to the center and it just feels refreshing to look at, suddenly being underwater on your mortgage and living in shitty ass Kansas doesn’t seem so bad once you have this Berliner.
S: This is a lemon bomb that again pushes the Sprite envelope with some faint haint, light musk akin to a sort of brackish aspect and a gentle saltiness. Insert hot rope joke here, and move on. This again has a light tartness to it and the acidity is more like a chaperon than the prom king.
T: This is so damn gentle and refreshing with the watery lemon aspect, wheaty backbone that is thinner than Keira Knightley. Again the acidity is a soft pat on the shoulder and serves to buttress the faint lemonhead mixed with water. The musk is super subtle and this is made to be crushed with a swiftness. A sort of Stevia sweetness closes out this banger and begs for another sip.
M: This is so. damn. thin. I can’t even communicate how crisp and refreshing this is to drink. You would put this in a waterbottle and go on a 30 mile ride on your Trek you fucking yuppie. This is lightly sweet and faintly tart, nothing is overdone but nothing is really done either. It is ethereal and feels like something you would drink if lost in the desert or while getting your cock pierced at Burning Man. Uplifting.
D: Off the fucking charts in drinkability, this beer is. The fact that this is a whale is tragic and no other beers in this realm come close in execution and balance. I loved the New Glarus Berliner, this is some Radio Rahim shit though, inimitable. You can squint your tastebuds while drinking Hottenroth but it still just isn’t even close. I could crush this by the case and still make it to my job at the Golden Corral carving station. You can be irresponsible as fuck with this beer and still have a modicum of responsbility. If they served this at AA, the meth users would be happy and perhaps a few less kids would get this asses kicked for leaving their bikes in the driveway. We can only dream.
Narrative: “SIIIIICK ELIMINATOR BROTORCH!” Ah shit, they brought this guy again, god damn Tevin Jacobs. “Ahhh can’t wait to load this up with sick girls, grills, shots, schwaaaazeeeee-” Tevin began twisting lemons into a blender, making his salty sweet potation to refresh everyone present. He’s is trailing off again with what is debatably not even a real word. Why do they always bring this guy around? He is so irritating. “And THEN I WAS ALL LIKE this-” Oh great, now he is grinding all over my dad’s speedboat. He is offensive and I see him so infrequently but that drink he whips up makes it all worthwhile. The lemons and limes get all these women so relaxed. They always say he’s great to have around at parties but just a few minutes of this Tevin and I am already sick of him. “SO I ALWAYS TELL CHICKS LIKE OK THINK ABOUT IT, you could never get PREGNANT ON ANOTHER PLANET BECAUSE THE gravity is all different, it would straight pull it down and-” Jesus, the refreshing motjito is hard to justify, but makes me feel refreshed around this asshole. I just, I can’t sit here and listen to this butchering of science. “Yo bro, can you hit me with a Michelob Ultra? Tryna hit up the gym sitch later!”