It’s Sunday morning. You wake up, slumped over the couch, with a migraine pounding on your brain. You don’t know what time it is, where your friends are, or what you did last night. But you do know one thing: last night was a movie. You stumble over to the kitchen, groping for anything remotely edible, and arrive at a box filled with room-temperature pizza. Perfect.
As you take your first sip of this “Dry Hopped Italian Style Pilsner,” a wave of refreshment washes over you. It feels light, almost crisp, and deliciously tart. A citrus aftertaste lingers after you swallow. It’s bright, it’s flowery, but it still retains that unmistakable hoppy bite. It’s not the kind of thing you want to shotgun; something about it strikes your taste buds as more refined, inviting you to savor the beverage. In its wake, the rough, grainy aftertaste makes you long for more, like an unresolved chord progression. But alas, you can regain the consonant melody: just take another sip.
Overall: 7.8
