From a 3$ pounder can, absconded from Chalet Premier. Pour is virtually clear pale but an ever so slight haze. Big white foamy head goes craggy. Some pine tar aroma. First swig? Whew, this is one big fat terrible tommy tit twat tosspot thundercunt. Think; rotting green grapefruit rinds mixed with diesel, pine tar and an old rubber inner tube, run thru a juicer. Yes, its really dead on style, one 350 pound lard ass nasty nellie. Mouthcoating brew, seething out and all about the inside of my pie hole. How rude, well, I never. Yass, the best thing about this is the good head and the nose. Blah blah black bampot bastard bear trap bitch. In the end its a fagtard fatass fellatio feltching flamer. There, you have it. Now what? Well, if you like IPA, you need a fresh can of this in yer bucket list, hehehehh.