Pounder can, darker orange tint. The photo here at brewver actually makes it look darker than it really is. Nose is sharper green pine cone. Reminds me of a fresh cut Christmas tree of sorts. First taste is as terribly bitter as any coarse discourteous uncouth IPA. Rude crude and boorish. Think turpentine, diesel, rotting fermented green grapefruit rinds and strongly bittter pungent chewing on fresh real rubber motorcycle innertube. This style is so difficult. I was never man enough to say I like it. My peers always said that I'd appreciate this stuff once my taste buds matured. Well, I guess my buds are still a baby. Finish is strenuous, arduous, onerous, burdensome, demanding, punishing, grueling and grinding. But at least it does have a decent co2 level for a change that keeps it from being medicinally mouth coating. Oh well, there, you have it; the words of a macro lager lover with girlie taste buds. And, it does have a decent alky level that makes worth more than a drain pour, hehehhehh.