Miller Genuine Draft Light (MGD Light)

Brewed by Miller Brewing Company (MillerCoors)
Style: Pale Lager
Milwaukee, Wisconsin USA

Straight from the can at the company picnic. A hint of grain and well carbonated. Better than MGD regular only because it has less of the irritating corn notes. Probably has a bit more taste than your average light beer.

Mmmmm, this sucks. It was this, regular MGD, or Mickey’s at the party last night, and this was rather inoffensive. I was only able to drink it with pleasure after a six pack of SNPA that I snuck in.

~Pours a pale gold color with white head. ~Similar sour hay scent found in Macro brews. ~Light sour hay flavor. ~Watered down and fizzy, quick sour finish. ~Pretty weak brew. Like drinking sparkling water with sour hay sprinkled in.

I don’t have a problem drinking this when it is 80 Plus degrees out sweating in the sun. Afraid to try it in other situations.

Pours very light golden, starting out with a white head that disappears very quickly. Doesn’t smell like much, doesn’t taste like much, blah blah blah. Pretty bottle. If I’m going to buy really cheap beer, I would rather buy REALLY cheap beer. Overall, this is not offensive, but it ain’t so much better than, say, Natty Light that I’m willing to pay as much more for it regularly.

Can they make a more pitiful version of MGD? How many different brews can they come up with? They are disapointing to say the least.

There once was a prosperous young man who owned a small ranch. Everybody in the nearby town loved him. Then one day he drank a can of Miller Genuine Draft Light. That night a cow was struck by a violent mood swing and kicked a support beam in the stable, sending the whole building crashing down on all of the man’s animals. One, a particularly greasy pig, inexplicably caught fire. Unfortunately for the man, the previous night’s rainfall had a large percentage of gasoline in it from a leaking air plane, so the whole property went up in flames like tinder doused in lighter fluid. The man escaped with his vital organs but his face and body were horribly marred. His wife, not finding her husband, and assuming the now burnt man was one of the California Raisins gone loose, chased him out of the house with a Lodge Cast Iron pan, sending him out on the road alone with a severe concussion. After a few days of delirious wandering and severe hallucination he befriended a Yucca plant named Ronald, and the two became best friends. Meanwhile, the cow, now calmed, proceeded to approach the jubilant duo. When it saw the man it had another mood swing, stamping all over the Yucca and squashing the man’s only friend. The man, now crazed with rage ran over the hills and settled into a cave. Sadly for him the cave was filled with scorpions. Eloquent and educated scorpions. They read aloud Jane Austen’s numerous novels as they bit him and filled his veins with venom. The man barely escaped with his life, and ran out of the cave under a beautiful full moon. He looked up and saw a shooting star, and wondered whether it was that beer that did him in. Had no ranch, no family and no friends. His limbs were numb and he couldn’t get his head around Ms. Austen’s priggish style. At last he wished upon the shooting star, begging for him to go back to that fateful day. All he wanted to do was throw away the beer before he could drink it, saving himself from all this misery and woe. Apparently the star heard him, and as soon as he had finished his wish it began to slow. Suddenly it stopped altogether and got brighter and brighter. A great roar filled the sky, and before the man knew it a great flaming stone from space had crushed him. This stone was followed by seven more, all striking precisely the same spot. Finally the cow gamboled along and looked down to see a single hand digging itself out from a small mountain of meteorites. At last the man, battered, bruised, burnt dug himself out. The cow looked down, gave a slight “moo” and exploded. Nobody heard from either of them again. The lesson: don’t drink Miller Genuine Draft Light.

this is truly water piss. i don’t understand why MBC makes this beer when there’s Lite.