Solera

This is the one to drink when you are in Venzuela. Strong but refreshing. Absolutelly the best one you can find in the country.

Bottle. Pale yellow color with a rocky white head that quickly vanishes. Aroma of corn and grass. Sweet taste and a bit sticky. Nothing spectacular or even interesting, except that there is nothing off about it (which is really surprising considering the green bottle). Honestly, I’d rather drink this than Bud.

A step up from Polar, this one is actually my favorite Venezuelan beer. Well made using reduced hop extract, when fresh and cold this is quite refreshing.

Bottle 0,25ltr: Frriend brought the beer from Curacao, i think this is one of the better ones from Venezuela, golden colourl with virtually no head at all and very sweet taste.

My trip to the Caribbean was a war of attrition against my sobriety. Seven gruesome days locked in combat with sensibility. That kind of physical duress against tropical ethanol can leave a vulnerable college student with dulled senses. That may explain why I actually liked Solera. Or maybe it was because a dancing troupe of attractive Venezuelans were in front of me as I drank it. All the same, this beer stood out amongst the hordes of pale lagers and pilsners that the myriad Caribbean breweries gush out every day. Only then, because of one little difference: a leading sweetness. I’m not sure why that meant so much to me. It seems odd to cherish such a minor flavor, but I wrapped myself around it like a child holding a teddy bear, or a drunk gripping a stair rail. It was wonderful too, because I was drinking it on a sandy beach and had enough resolve to lay back and look at the glaring discrepancies in American wealth and South American poverty. The sun or the mangroves or the God awful latin song “Gasolina” might have encouraged these spurious and sporadic specimens of specious thought, but I really think it was the one unique facet of this Solera. A sweet head followed by the same old, same old Pilsener vegetable swill. To think what great philosophers could have accomplished had they only know the privileges of drinking on a hot beach.