Franiblector
Well-Known Member
Belgian white beers have become one of my favorite styles.
And I do have to also mention, I have fallen in love with Sam Adams.
Ah his robust Cherry Wheat, his zingy Hefeweizen, his bold Boston Ale....
But I was sorely disappointed today... *sigh*
I picked up a six pack of Sam Adams White Ale, with great enthusiasm.
I eagerly awaited through 45 minutes of traffic for that first sip out of a frosty mug of bubbly golden escence.
What sensations came over me when I took my sip? What overcame me as I let the hazy yellow liquid gold flow down my throat?
Well, I guess the feeling that came over me was probably akin to something all you men out there have more than likely experienced thus far in your years...
It was like being walked in on during a completely passionate moment and losing all ability to continue: blue balls.
Now I don't know what that feels like in the real world but I can only imagine.
It's like finding out your true love has chronic halitosis, or smacks her food while eating, or smacks her gum incessantly, or nags to no end.
Sam Adams White Ale sux.
There was no flavor to it at all. In fact, it reminded me of some crappy canned brew. It tasted thin, slightly metallic, and didn't have one hint of fruit flavor, corriander, or any other spice for that matter.
Even when I burped it was flat - no after taste or anything.
Just.....
blah.
I leave you, my brewin buds, adieu
*crushed*
And I do have to also mention, I have fallen in love with Sam Adams.
Ah his robust Cherry Wheat, his zingy Hefeweizen, his bold Boston Ale....
But I was sorely disappointed today... *sigh*
I picked up a six pack of Sam Adams White Ale, with great enthusiasm.
I eagerly awaited through 45 minutes of traffic for that first sip out of a frosty mug of bubbly golden escence.
What sensations came over me when I took my sip? What overcame me as I let the hazy yellow liquid gold flow down my throat?
Well, I guess the feeling that came over me was probably akin to something all you men out there have more than likely experienced thus far in your years...
It was like being walked in on during a completely passionate moment and losing all ability to continue: blue balls.
Now I don't know what that feels like in the real world but I can only imagine.
It's like finding out your true love has chronic halitosis, or smacks her food while eating, or smacks her gum incessantly, or nags to no end.
Sam Adams White Ale sux.
There was no flavor to it at all. In fact, it reminded me of some crappy canned brew. It tasted thin, slightly metallic, and didn't have one hint of fruit flavor, corriander, or any other spice for that matter.
Even when I burped it was flat - no after taste or anything.
Just.....
blah.
I leave you, my brewin buds, adieu
*crushed*