Kronenbourg 1664

Brewed by Kronenbourg (Carlsberg)
Style: Pale Lager
Strasbourg, France

Can from LCBO singles bin: I’ve put off sampling this one for years and now I realize my disdain for pretentious canned euro import lagers was justified. Poured a limpid pale gold. short lived white cap,faint aroma of grainds and grassy hops and some funk ( I could be tasting a stale sample) Weak mouth. light peppery palate ( over carbonated) grainy tstes but sweet spartan hopping for a Euro lager...fast uneventful finish. To weak and sweetish without balance. At $2.55 a half liter this is totally overpriced.

Industrial lager widely distributed. Not as bad as Stell Artois but who can be bothered to differentiate.

Oh boy this stuff is terrible - with an accent. Keep this stuff in France, please!

Oh why oh why do i aways feel so bad when i tink about this beer it reminds me of the time i felt so crap once upon a time hmm u would think the french would know better than 2 serve up this nonsense of a lager jokey!!!

The smell from the bottle is putrid and the taste is of water and sweetness. The smell overpowers everything, though. Worse than American Macros because of the green bottle. Never had on tap but can’t imagine there is too marked of a difference.

Bottle @ Metro. 5.5%. Clear yellow pour with weak white foam, little retention. Aroma is sweet, honey and grains. Taste is lacklustre, pretty sweet but nothing complex to really speak of. Finish is fairly smooth, but this beer is fairly bland tasting. Meh.

Pours a clear golden orange with streaks of yellow. Topped by a puffy white head of foam, she deflates faster than I can keep up with, leaving rocky pockets of large bubbles. Her nose is sweet with honey, Hawaiian rolls and wonder bread rolling into freshly cut grass damp with dew. Summer corn undulates in the breeze alongside fields of grain. Lemon whispers in the background, and I am pleasantly surprised by the vividness of her nose. As I take my first quaff, I pause…and take another.

”Excuse me, waiter. I do believe someone switched my beer with water when I wasn’t looking. You see, I had this Kronenbourg 1664, but now all I have is bubbly water.”

I could drink a six-pack of this beer and still not taste anything. Where-oh-where did all the pleasantly nominal aromatics that made up her nose have go? A black hole, maybe? A few more quaffs in and there is a pitiful whimper of honey and bitter dead grass before they lay down upon my tongue, feet up. Wait! Is that wonder bread? It could be, but wonder bread is just white air given form, so I really can’t tell. Rotten lemons join the garbage dump forming on top of my tongue, and I call it quits while I still can.

I have never been so underwhelmed by a beer after enjoying its nose with relative ease. There was absolutely nothing in the palate; nothing. And come what did after a good half dozen generous quaffs was a festooning pile of festooning garbage which reminded me of my drive south along I-95 between Indian River County and St. Lucie County. Florida has mountains, man-made ones that is. Brr. Avoid at all costs.

not bad, but not great. i wouldn’t recommend this beer to anyone. it was refreshing and tasted good but the quality was lacking. reach for budwiser first.