beer_name: Aiko
text: It pours an absolutely clear straw yellow. A thin finger of limp white head disassembles to mist. Lacing is minimal and inconsequential. In the aroma, a trace of mildly sweet pale malt is joined by an indistinct adjunct note. Hops are steely, peppery, and short lived. Upon tasting, the pale malt is moderately sweet, but a canned corn presence sours things slightly. The hops are more generally spicy here, metallic, and mildly skunky. A yeasty doughiness and distant residual grain sweetness are crisped away by a finish that bitters in a shallow way, then drops off promptly. It's light, which is the one real asset. Light bodied, it flows, disappears, and leaves almost no trace. It comes from my homeland, but the truth is, I kind of wish it stayed there. It's thin, with little true character, and it seems to be the equivalent of a Lithuanian macro. It is drinkable? Well, sure, you could say that, but so is brackish water, in a pinch. So I'll finish this bottle and consider it a lesson learned.