Looks like The Crusher* is all fired up and ready to dominate the ring, doing sweaty holds and flips while decked out in his stretchy pants, in a choreographed ballet of blood. Clifford’s Crusher looks more like a thirst crusher than a bone crusher. Maybe a summer suds sampling in the early winter? So be it. Most brews are anytime brews as far as I am concerned.
Golden bright and as clear as my conscience, well most likely clearer, probably much clearer. I guess that was a bad simile. Minimal head and gone as quick as this beer will be.** A mild malt aroma, light and fresh. A steady middlin’ malt flavour, a traditional light lager with a bit of fizzness in the business. The fizz faded, leaving a malt mild easy drinking definitely light but still good flavour lager. No hops, bitters, bite, fruit, or aftertaste. A back-to-basics light beer. And there it was, gone. I’m not wrestling with this one, it’s a crushable crusher.
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