Genny Light
It's the beer that your dad gave you when you were 10 years old. You'd think that it would scare you away from beer drinking forever. In the ensuing 22 years, I have given a lot of other beers a shot; but now I'm back to this. Although it is not as gross as I remembered, it's a far cry from the ales of Dogfish or the Lagers of Germany. It is, however, and adjunct laden, watery mess that is par for the course for it's style. Sweet aromas of cereal grains, raw barley, and metalic hops. The malt profile is timid to the taste, along side of the hop flavors and bitterness. Leaves some sulfer compounds (burned match, cooked corn) and a tart, green apple flavor on the mouth. Quite dry and bitey to the feel and lingers into the terse finish. I guess it's fine if you are fishing with your dad in 1984, but you won't find it in my cellar.