But in all seriousness, if they aren’t giving refunds for this beer, then there is something direly wrong with the retail sale paradigm.
It pours dead flat like you hot siphoned it from a homebrew Carboy. The nose is acidic and boasts a profile of old coffee grounds, plum, acrimonious prune juice and a nestle quik with grape fanta closer.
The taste is vinous and sharp, borderline sour and if there isn’t some referementation occurring then they sourced some of the strangest barrels this side of Malort treatments.
The entire affair is amongst the worst beers I have tried this year, a solid 20+ ounces shed off their mortal coil and claimed the ultimate reward in the libation siphon that claims all liquid souls, the ever gaping maw of the drain, defiler of forgotten beverages.
I STR8 DUMPED THAT SH^T LIKE A BOLIVIAN GIRLFREND.