8.2

Appearance - 8 | Aroma - 8 | Flavor - 8 | Texture - 10 | Overall - 8

Never thought they'd improve Basement, but damned if F*** Cancer isn't even more jam-packed with citrus and peach, with passion fruit and a mild earthy bitterness popping up on the fade. Malts add a touch of grain to pad out the middle, and the finish has just enough hop vitriol to give this can a leg up on its forebear. Medium-bodied texture is oily and crushable, while the nose offers up passion fruit and grapefruit with reckless abandon. Friggin' awesome pint (since we're censoring ourselves).