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| Froth imitates life. |
Pecker Wrecker's fluffy tan head bursts out of the pils glass off a medium pour. As much as the pale orange brew begs, the damn thing nearly refuses to go away. After a long standoff the froth relents, but leaves a sticky, thick and milkish lacing behind
Light fruits, lemon, malts and hops all to the nose as expected. Tangy on the tongue up front with sweet malts, lemon, grass and spice all loving it up without a care.
A bit creamy, but with a residual edge.
Drinkable and tasty, although the "Imperial" could be easily lost without detriment, and I deny all double entendre you may take from this post.
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