This doesn’t apply to the recent trial of Antares Scotch, which by the way is currently sold out in the local supermarkets–luckily there is still some Porter laying around though. I really want to try the Scotch again since there was obviously something wrong with either me or the bottles I tried that day, but that is another topic. What I am about to talk about today are two beers that were so utterly vile that I gag and shiver just thinking about them. In case you’re thinking, “heh, if you were not sure about Antares Scotch, how can we trust you now,” just hold on. This is the real deal.
There is absolutely no possible way for me put into words describing one of these beers as elegantly as a commenter on Ratebeer.com did with Amsterdam Maximator….
Pours a clear shining golden color, but the white creamy head dissapears fast, leaving only a decent lacing. Aroma is harsh, medicinal with notes of vegetables and pure alcohol. There are hints of chemichals and distilled drinks. My nose says ’don’t drink this shit, man’. Flavor is ultra-sweet, alcoholic and crappy. The typical cheap beer to get wasted.Medicinal flavors come one after another until a burning alcoholic finish. It’s almost like drinking poison. I wonder what would be my liver’s reaction to this. Body is big, thick-full mouthfeel. Carbonation is medium. A very unclean Malt Liquor with a posionous sensation. I’m sure this could work to kill rats. The finish is extremely alcoholic and the aftertaste is the same you get after drinking bad-quality rum or tequila. Bad stuff.
Amsterdam Explorator was slightly better.
These situations suck because I feel like the proverbial kid in a candy store when new items, foreign or domestic, fill the shelves at various stores. Sometimes you win (Beagle, Antares, and Sugar & Spice cookies) and sometimes you lose (Amsterdam beer).