Tap bocktown. Don’t get my numbers wrong, this is a good example of a big blastingly sweet terrible strong ale. Reddish orange and clear, leaves no hint for the punch within. Very sweet cloying volatile aroma. Wew, first taste is a jolt in the chin, whisky soaked flammable sweetened fruit. Alerts you with a slight warming sensation that cannot be ignored. My lager lovin girlie taste buds are singing the blues. Mouth coating rude nasty high impact ale. Big fer sure. Kick in the ass awakening beer experience. Not impressed. Fruity medicine. Go figger, its terribly on style for an American wannah be big old country strong ale, heheh.