First sip. Isn't this an IPA? Second sip. No, wow, I can definitely see what they mean by IMPERIAL pilsner. You can taste the Pils, but everything is on steroids. The hops are no longer subtle. The alcohol is no longer light. It's 9.5% and you can taste it, it's peppery and unmasked. But the malt is still light, strangely. An incredibly unique beer, though not perfect. I will buy this again so I can have a pair and see what else is left to discover. Impressed, and glad that my anticipation was rewarded.
This beer is R2-D2. Pilsners always seem to be the baby brother of specialty beers, the weak and vulnerable alternative to a American style definitely-shitty light beer. R2-D2 was, for a robot, The Man. He was always the rogue player in a situation, and didn't wouldn't care if the alcohol was too high or the hops to dank. R2-D2 partied. If I could type an R2 "beep, boop, whatever", I would.
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