Rio Grande Desert Pils

12 oz. bottle. Purchased at Trader Joe’s in Santa Fe. IBU 37, O.G. 1.048, ABV 5.4%. Pours a medium white head, over a pale (SRM 3) slightly hazy body......nose is biscuit, bread, grass, spice.....taste initially is mild sweet with base malts, finishing with a crisp hop finish....mouth feel is medium as is carbonation. All of the characteristics from the brewery meet the Pilsner style, and the nose and taste do also. This brewery is apparently doing better than before.

Head is initially small, frothy/fizzy, white, mostly diminishing. Body is medium yellow. Aroma is lightly malty (toasted grain), lightly to moderately hoppy (flowers, herbs), with a hint of honey. Flavor is moderately sweet, lightly bitter. Finish is lightly sweet, lightly to moderately bitter. Medium body, watery texture, lively carbonation. Rather nice, actually. Bright hop nose. Not bitter enough, but pretty decent otherwise.

wow. what a snoozer. i was, like, amped from a busy day, gettin’ a lot of shit done. my mind was racing-- had perhaps too much kick ass coffee-- it was just badda badda bing all day long, really feeling good, you know, wide awake, my wit snapping like an electric bug zapper in an alabama bayou. and by QT, by god i had a big thirst going. time for a brewski, says i. out comes this modest souvenir from an arizona roadtrip, and like i do with every beer, i try to wrap my brain and energy around it to see what it’s about. yeah, yeah, whatcha got, little beer? tell me! talk to me! just hitting the glass, i felt the skids go on my enthusiasm. this pastel pour of powdered egg yellow isn’t even clear like a true pilsner. the head was decent, full and white, but the aroma dulled my senses like a quaalude: a bit of melon rind and animal cracker. i tried to work it and kick up some interest: staring, sniffing, swirling the glass-- but the body on this beverage is straight from a concentration camp, abused and emaciated. as i plodded through the beer, it was like 400 miles of kansas hiway. a pale malty drone like the hypnotic, sleepy sound of tires. little yellow lines of predictably washed out hops stretching on in maddening dreariness apparently forever beyond the horizon. but i’m almost finished, my thirst is numbed in a soporific pummeling, my mind reeling from the boredom. just to stay awake i try to think of great beers to come; i have another sip, i try to, uh...i try...i ....... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Bottle. Pours a pale yellow with big frothy white head that is lasting. Good lace. Aroma is light malt, some sour milk, some grass, and some light citrus. Light in body with a thin texture that is moderately carbonated. Flavor short in duration with lightly bitter finish. Seems to be a decent pils. Overall light and refreshing with nothing overtly bad in the beer. I will avoid in the future, but I cannot blame the beer just my tastes.

has the aroma of a taco bell taco shell with lemonade spilled on it. the body is pretty weak, not a whole lot of flavor, has some type of rye thing going on.

Light-medium gold with an ugly touch of mud-water brown. Nice, fruity smell includes traces of lemon and pear, plus a heavy dose of caramel malt. Average carbonation with flavours of caramel and malt, and very little of your traditional pilsner hop bitterness. Nothing special.

bottle-pours a hazy pale yellow with a small white fizzy head. Grainy, diacytl aroma that was just plain bad! flavros are mostly grainy with notes of haygrass with the diacytl present. thin palate and cardboard finish. this is bad!

Pours a clear piss and that’s what it smells like too. This is just oxidized to all hell. No hoppiness at all. Well I guess the Land of Enchantment can’t produce two great Pilseners.