Pounder can for 1$ off clearance rack. Pour is slight haze on light orange tinted pale. Nice head fades to pond scum. Nose is alarming thick hop perfume; slight diesel, slight BO. First big gulp is viscous mouth coating crappy bitter hand soap. Terribly on style, hehehh. Difficult for any lager lover. Bitterness sets in the back of the throat and won't go away, its like the back of my tongue cannot be rinsed of this acrid character. After a few more gulps I'm hoping the alky in this will dull my senses a little so I won't mind it's terribleness. In the middle I keep drinking, whew, what a master blaster this is to my girlie lager loven taste buds, whew, whew whew. Am I drinking pine sap tar reduced with turpentine? Not sure, but I bet this tastes like that. In the end I'm thinking this is punishment; simple painstaking, paltry, putrid, panicky, paradoxical punishment. Glad I got 16 ounces of this such that I'm getting a little dizzy towards the end of this 7+ alky brew. Finishes with a wicked whiny wonky. weird whack to the brain and taste sensations. Go figger; a tick to resent for quite a while. There, you have it. Just like any other million straight away rude ass IPA out there. Please, somebody give me an ice cold cheap pale american macro lager to chase this with!