Colt 45 6%

Pabst Brewing Company
Brewed at Miller Brewing Company (MillerCoors)
Style: Malt Liquor
Woodridge, Illinois USA

So I bought this for my girlfriend, I swear andd only took a few sips just for a rating. Another cheap 40 oz. beer that when sat next to an O E looked better and tasted better. That’s all.

I dedicatedly rate high-quality beers for two years and somehow this is what comes up for my #1000 rating. I have Frankenkitty to thank for that dubious distinction.<BRBR><BRBR>Fluorescent pour, looking like radioactive hospital waste. Maybe that’s why they keep the bottle in the bag? The sample was cold, which thankfully cut down on any strong or objectionable odors. Some very promising mineral spirits fumes are noticable, however. I aggresively pour a sample into the recommended glassware for the style and watch a fairly volitile carbonation generate a substantial white foamy head which collapses just as quickly into a mildly polluted oily slick. Again some paint thinner fumes, but not terribly offensive. The first taste does not, surprisingly, trigger a much anticipated gag reflex. Main initial flavors are corn and other adjuncts, some of which might very well be inorganic. Some alcohol burn on the throat. Not as terrible as I feared. The hell with the glass, gimme that bottle! I grab it away from my buddy. A big deep swig, then another even bigger this time...I’m getting into this! And as I pass it back to Frankenkitty, I can actually see some of my oily backwash slide back down inside the bottle neck and mix with the rest of the "likka". Enjoy the male bonding, my fellow Bowery Boy, it don’t get much better than this! I’m actually feeling a rap coming on...

I know I’m white...but that ain’t my fault, I still love to suck on that "fody" of malt. Shut the f*ck up and you might stay alive, or I’ll bus’ a cap in your ass from my Colt 45. This here is word up to that honky, Slim Shady, "YO, I just slipped sumthin’ phat into your old lady!" I’ve heard y’aller down with the OPP, but you don’t know sh*t ’bout the LoSBD! So when you see this Powermaster drinkin’ Midnight dragon, Nighthawk, or the Panther...Show some respect, muthaf*cker, rudeness is never the answer!

Thank god the race to 1000 is over...my liver couldn’t take much more of that! And we can finally dispense with that lame Frankenkitty vs. RAYBOY01 in-rating "Flame War" juvenile bullshit! What a waste of time...and not even all that funny, either!

Hey Joe, last one to #2000 is a slightly overweight pusillanimous dilettante with silly facial hair!!!

The best way to go ghetto is a 40 of colt45. Actually, I dont think Ive ever seen it not in a forty. If your feeling urban, its not bad. if your going for taste, look far away.

A brutal beer, very strong taste. Has it’s use when you’re broke and need a drunk, that’s about it. A solid image of ghetto earns 5/5 in appearance in my book. Brown paper bag around bottle is an added bonus.

This malt liquor is horrid. The stuff looks like a concentrated Budweiser with a healthy dose of horse or cow urine. It smells like fermented infection juice. The delicate flavor is that of gasoline and rotting corn. If you’ve ever wondered what a chemical cocktail would taste like 3 months past its born-on date, this stuff is it. Enjoy!

Rated from the godawful lingering taste in the morning which ellicits dry heaves and regret. Colt 45 like any other malt liquor that I’ve had, tastes like corn and paper and maybe a little fuel. I think it’s just how these flavors come together and how potent they are that even begin to differentiate the malt likkaz from each other. It was only unpleasant going down, but after a friendly game of Edward 40 hands, plenty of additional alcohol, a night spent in a drunken stupor, and a hangover which borderlined terminal illness, the thought of that taste, which wasn’t good in the first place, makes my stomach cower in fear and a few tears fall from my eyes.
------- 02, 2008]-------� /> I always sample this under the most ideal of conditions. This particular occasion, my buddy and I were headed to Knoxville to enjoy a show when we were struck with a most intense need to urinate. Fearing an embarrassing and foul smelling accident, we submitted and stopped before reaching our destination to utilize some restroom facilities in a gas station. After a most satisfying bladder emptying experience, I felt the need to patronize this establishment for rewarding me with such a wonderfully relieving sensation. I marched up to the counter and bought a pint can of Colt 45 which was then packaged in its appropriate serveware: a brown paper bag. After leaving this store and parking the car to walk to a bar downtown we hastily consumed Colt 45. Literally walking under a dark bridge at night with a can (too bad it wasn’t a 40 oz. bottle) in a brown paper bag, I felt more hobo-like than ever. Thank you Colt 45. editor’s note: This stuff tastes noticeably better in the can.

This is very odd. It smells like a ... It tastes the same way. It has a nice color though. And is thick enough for the palate to get a good taste of whatever they use to brew it. I think they used too much molasses or malt.

Tall can at OTT. I can’t ever remember seeing this in stores around here and my curiosity got the best of me. Super pale, lasting head (poured it into a plastic 32oz cup to allow generous headspace and room to get my nose in and savor the glorious aroma). Chemical fusel aroma. The flavor is just plain dirty, with lots of adjuncts, sugar, and higher alcohols. Hard to finish.