Bud Light Chelada

Brewed by Anheuser-Busch InBev
Style: Spice/Herb/Vegetable
St. Louis, Missouri USA

Serve in Lager glass, Tumbler

Thanks GT!
Please excuse the accuracy of this rating: some of it is from memory. Pink pour, nice creamy head that’s gone in 0.5s. Clam nose, light tomato, salty. Flavor a bit like the flavor of throw-up that comes when your senses return, your head just beginning to pick itself back up from over the toilet’s rim. Also reminds of lean cuisine tomato+stomach acid. It tastes like something, which is a start, but it’s not something I enjoy, in fact this taste is one I associate with gagging, sweat, and sometimes stomach cramps.

this is something that may work when you do it yourself but having inbev mix it up for you just does not work a bad mix of bud light and clamato juice gives this an odd color and an odd taste

Can @ Chris O. Pours a pale pinkish color with a small off-white head. Has a sweetish salty tomato juice aroma. Sweetish malty salty spicy tomato flavor. Has a sweetish salty tomato finish.

Salmon colored hazy pour. Tomato sauce ketchup aroma - cheap and crappy. Terrible salt pizza sauce flavor. A bit peppery. Vile vile stuff.

24oz Can procured in Riverside, CA. YESSSSSSS- a major want item for quite some time. The pour is hazy peach/pink with healthy, white head. Aroma is literally this: celery salt, high MSG tomato soup, clams. Taste is exactly: lean cuisine microwave spaghetti. Favorite comment from my girlfriend after trying this: "Have you ever vomited after eating too much Italian food? It’s like that."

24 ounce can courtesy of tarheels86, disguised as an End-of-History racoon. It didn’t fool anybody. Has no detectable beer characteristics. Should be advertised as bloody mary mix.

It smells like tomato soup with lots of celery salt. Wow. The taste is pretty awful. Lots of msg, lots of celery, clams, tomato. Seriously, this stuff is hilariously bad.

Let it be said right here and now: if you like the Bud Light & Clamato Chelada, there is something seriously wrong with you and therapy needs to be instigated immediately. This uniquely disgusting bastardization of what in its original form is actually a decent beer cocktail needs to cease and desist. No questions asked. None are needed. Just make it so.

It pours a pink grapefruit hue that in, let’s say, a pure Kriek Lambic would be delightfully inspiring, but in the Bud Light Clamato Chelada it is an omen of impending doom. No head. Maybe a meager white collar, though I don’t know why. I swirl my glass which fuzzes a bit on top and then fades into nothing. Unfortunately, in swirling his disturbingly pink depths I release a maelstrom of rotten tomato paste and soggy herbs intent on imminent tastebud destruction. I obviously need a sanity check since I am willfully releasing this beast of despair upon my person. Is there a doctor in the house? Spice, tomato, and lemon drown in cold tomato soup with rosemary, basil, and clove gasping for air and failing. The light is fading fast and I have to pull back to keep myself from blacking out. Amazingly, I regain my grip on consciousness, but in doing so find my tasting glass fast approaching lips quivering in fear and…then darkness descends once more. Ugh! Let me say it again. Ugh! A thick pasty mouthfeel reeks of dank tomato paste while the back of my throat burns with pepper and soggy herbs. In no way do I relish in its long finish of herbs and more tomato paste. The only presence of clams in the Clamato is an added saltiness which permeates his pasty presence. Lemon zaps the top of my tongue as if to bring it back to life which my tongue smartly ignores. Soggy, pasty, and unfortunately herbal and peppery, I taste once more before putting an end to this tortuous escapade in beer bastardization.

I’ll savor a beer cocktail any day. The Bud Light Clamato Chelada on the other hand is not a beer nor a cocktail nor anything worth coming within 100 light years of my palate. Even now, the nightmares lurk and the mere thought is enough to set the stomach reeling.