Red Stripe

Brewed by Desnoes and Geddes (Diageo PLC)
Style: Pale Lager
Kingston, Jamaica

Pretty much an overall average beer. Taste is smooth and light with no aftertaste, color is nice. In a bottle this beer is decent, in a can I don not recommend it at all. Both are readily available so buy the bottle.

Colour, head, and aroma are about average for a swill but the flavour is better than most, Also like the stubby bottle (just like almost all beers used to be in Canada for few years).

Easy to drink, light with some maltiness, not much to it but nice in the sun

Pours a pale yellow. Aroma of slight hops with slight bitter taste. A slightly different light beer with a bitter aftertaste. Not a favorite of mine.

Pours a clear very light gold with a thin foamy white head 2.5. Aroma is quite sweet, corn bread, hint of grass. Flavor is swwwwweet, just so odd, corn, some light grass, a touch bitter, but the sweetness is quite gross, almost sour. Harsh feeling, corse rough med/large tightly packed carbonation. Bleh...

Noooo there is just something 2 damn nasty about this beer i cannot put my finger on it but u know how the caribbean has such wild weather this beer has such a wild effect on people and the taste really is battery acid like eurghhh wanna throw up!!

Owned by drinks giant Diageo, Red Stripe is just another characterless player in the arena of macro light lagers. Red Stripe does accord quite the cult status though, and has been a favorite amongst beach bums and Floridians for years. It offered ‘coolness’, after all, and who doesn’t want to be ‘cool’. Wait, what constitutes ‘cool’ again?

Clear yellowish golds shine ever so brightly beneath a soft white wonderbread. Much like wonderbread, its head condenses rapidly into a thin shadow of itself, leaving neither lace nor crumb to mark its presence. Its nose is harvested grains and wonderbread. Lemon, yellow corn-on-the cob, and seltzer mingle for a very spritzy undercurrent. Gazing at the abnormally energetic stream of bubbles, I lift the golden yellow depths to my lips, and drink. Very sweet with a buttery mouthfeel that coats my lips. Despite the extreme level of carbonation I continue to bear witness to, its body is rather flat and dull. No finish to speak of whatsoever. A hint of sweet sun-soaked corn, wonderbread, and butter flickers dangerously close to the edge of my perception. It’s gone. But wait, no, there it is again…maybe. Boring and leaving no impression whatsoever upon my palate, I bid Red Stripe goodbye as I send him off to the land of macro light lager drain-pours.

I’m not really sure why anyone would willingly choose to drink a beer which tastes of nothing, speaks of nothing, and leaves nothing. Why? Is it because it’s cool? So ‘cool’ is really nothing at all; at least, that’s what Red Stripe is telling me. Pass on the Red Stripe and bring home some fine Jamaican rum next time. You’ll thank me for it.

Malty nose, with a malty sweet taste. The key phrase in the commercial description is "drink it up". OK