Coqui 900

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

Serve in Lager glass, Paper Bag, Shaker

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Coqui 900 Premium Malt Liquor has a thick, white head and a clear, yellow appearance, with lots of bubbles streaming up. A very good amount of lacing is left behind. Aroma is a a pleasant combination of clean water and light grain (not skunked- clear bottle). The taste has a strong malt/grain/carbonation-sting backbone, with a hop kiss at the back end to balance it. The unappealing cloying sweetness once encounters with many malt liquors (especially the high gravity ones) is, thankfully, not associated with this beer. Mouthfeel is light and watery, and Coqui 900 finishes crisp and refreshing. This turned out to be much better than I expected. It’s bold and rich. I’m enjoying this 40 oz. party bottle, poured into a tasting glass. RJT

purchased at F&G liquors, 63rd and western, chicago. even previous to this sample, i was aware that this is one of the most aromatic malt liquors ever poured to a bottle. i have seen previous samples that smelled downright like flatulence, this one did not but the initial open (a few feet from my nose) REEKED of marijuana and light sewer gas...and this is without pouring to a glass or actually trying to detect aroma. very strong. that said, once the initial blast dissipated the typical corny aroma pushes through but still with a wink of something more funky, even by malt liquor standards. even at less then absolute zero freezing (the desired serving temp for a malt of this quality) the flavor on the other hand remains somewhat crisp when you elbow the corn sludge aside but again the strange infection or whatever it is comes through and your mouth is filled with farts to varying extents. unpleasant no doubt but a roller coaster ride of a beer. potency of obnoxiousness trumps pale yellow neutral piss any day in my book.

Coqui 900 is one of the best malts around, I got this from my boy djoe800 in Philly. Minor buzz but great taste from this 40oz legend. Also known as frog piss I belive this tastes better by a mile.

40 ounce bottle. I am slogging through this beer regretting ever having purchased even if it was just for the sole purpose of getting drunk on the cheap. NO PURCHASE ever again

has cheap written all over it. disgusting flavor, as if it were left to sit in the sun for twenty years, which is probably what happened. Aroma smelled like someone opened King Tuts tomb. palate was left with a slimy feel.

Looks ok, but smells of a yeast infection. Tastes like a standard forty pretty much, at least when it is relatively cold. Really, it is an ok forty with an unpronouncable name. I would drink this again I suppose.

golden color lots of head, taste like piss. Perfect brown bag beer for the boys on the coner, late at night.

UPDATED: FEB 6, 2005 Acording to Philly’s own Schoolly D "Coqui 900 is a B-boy’s drink". Schoolly D wrote a song about Coqui 900, it’s on his 1988 ’Smoke Some Kill’ album. Seventeen years later I’m at the corner of 9th and Washington in the Philadelphia’s Italian Market and find a deli filled with hobos drinking tall boys, 40’s and 12 ounce bottles both inside and outside of the joint. I thought what could be better than a can of beer in a bag for the walk back to the car after having Laotian food. Low and behold the deli had 16 ounce cans of Coqui 900. $1.25 a tall boy (paper bag was free). Oily, bubble gum taste. Lots of corn in every sip. South Philly hobo beer. I’ll give "900" extra points for being Schoolly D’s favorite beer and the can saying it was brewed by G. Heilman La Crosse.

It does look good, clear golden color with a sudsy white head. After that, it falls apart. Smells like the men’s room from an old neighborhood bar. More corn than barley in the taste. My tongue burned slightly when I was done. I won’t comment on the other physical effects, all unpleasant.

40oz: I heard a lady ask for this by name. "Cokey, yo!" Yellow and grainy. Quite the alcohol fire burning in this one. Underlying notes of sugar and corn. Adjucty mess.