Busch NA

Name: Busch NA
Date: 05/10/2008
Mode: Bottle
Source: Tasting, Cellar Party

Appearance: clear gold, wispy white head, streaks of drippy lace,
Aroma: sweet cereal aroma with a slightly decaying grain character,
Body: body is a bit thin,
Flavor: sweet cereal flavor, lots of green apple, light bitterness, light moldy character like wet grain that has been sitting too long,

Aroma: 2/10; Appearance: 4/10; Flavor: 2/10; Palate: 3/10; Overall: 4/20
Rating: 1.2/5.0
Drinkability: 3/10
Score: -/4

(can) Clear apple juice body with medium white head. Aroma is faint, corn, mild sweet, artificial, slightly soured milk. Taste is minimal -- medium sweet corn, finishing with an unpleasant "filling without substance" feeling. Very light body. I cannot imagine a worthier beer for #2000 -- thanks so much Dan.

Can. When opened I though "oh god, I don’t know where to start". Sitting here in Sumpter, OR at the town grocery store/gift shop/museum and I see thi beast, I couldn’t resist. Watery flavor and essence. Not like most NA beers where it’s like sugary wort, this actually has enough adjuncts in it to be super saturated with them. Smells like dishwater & butane. Tastes like pine sap and spoiled corn husks. Could be used as slug bait, but I see no benefit of drinking this.

Seltzer water. Turn your back on this one! Thanks to Argo0 for the sample.

Well me an’ Dwayne, he’s my best buddy an’ all since we wuz in high school an’ burn down th’ science lab, tho’ I’m still a’pissed at his hide fer stealin that fine piecea a** tammy sue away, tho’ she did blow up like a state fair heffer I think that’s Dwayne whut did that not treatin’ her right an’ all....well, anyway, we wuz so mad at alla them fellas at th’ plant, theyuz all like hatin’ on th’ President an’ stuff cuzza they must like them Arabs...so anyways, we decides to go up ta Canadia ta Dwayne’s dad’s cousin’s friend’s cabin, an’ I know them Canucks hates the prez too but hell we figgered we’d be all alone an’ hunting’ us some nice bucks an’ just puttin’ back some cold ones an’ we’d show them damn Canucks I tell you whut by takin’ theys bestes’ bucks. Well we wuz all set to do it up fine with a coupla cases a the ol’ Red White an Blue, thats Bud an’ anywone drinks anythin’ differnt is a goddamn Commie bastard fairy. But somehow it gots lef’ behind and affer we finish hollerin’ and rippin’ into t’other one fer being sucha idiot we decides shit we gotta go buy some brew at one’a these here Canuck stores and allas they gots Busch, an’a bunch Canajun shit, an’ so we gets the Busch cuz you know its American anyways, an’ its not so bad an’ this funny Canuck money’s cheap anyways, an’ then we gets back ta camp an’ we fin’ out thet halfa it (cuz we bought two twelves) is thet stuff fer alkyhawlics an’ people whuts get sick on the real stuff, an’ so we jes’ pour sum Jim Beam innit cuz it tase like ginger ale otherwise, an’ you know whut? It ain’t so bad. I’m shore lookin’ forrard to me an’ Dwayne doin’ it up right at Bobbie Jo’s cousin’s (thats my cousin-in-laws you know) nex’ week, gonna have a half of MGD you know, don’t get that lucky ever’ week.