Growler. Why do I do this to myself? I know at this point how utterly mediocre the beers of this company are, and yet I insist...ah, well, someone has to do it I guess. Light copper with a hint of cloudiness, big head gasps and dies quickly. On the nose, some nice hints of earthy hops are obscured almost completely by massive butterscotch, which shows up in the weak-flavored, watery body as well. Without the diacetyl, this might have been vaguely decent, as is it’s merely palatable enough to swill down while watching porn (bad porn).