Clear deep golden. Plastic lime candy aromas. Thin, watery mouthfeel. Has a high-grade plastic flavor, one of the most heady glasses of plastic I’ve drunk.

I found a 12oz green plastic bottle of this buried in my brother’s beer cellar. I think this was acquired from the 2005 RBSG in Montreal, so it is a 3 year old bottle in all fairness. Aroma has some notes of citric lime as well as some mint present. I definitely detect some fuselage, though. Not as god awful as I expected, though. Transparent golden body with no head at all. Fusel flavors dominate with boiled vegetables. Bitter, harsh, swampy, and revolting. A literal drainpour. No hops, no lime. Terrible.

Drank in the world’s first ever Blind Lime Beer Tasting, including Bud Light Lime, Michelob Ultra-Lime Cactus, Miller Chill, and Steelback Tango. This was second best in my book, though ended up losing overall. Light foam cap. Salty, with minerals aroma. Nasty, garbage-like flavor, with minor metal yeast, no lime. Not too offensive.

Well, I did it. Maybe it was the dark dust collected on the top of the can, maybe it was the leak on the bottom, or maybe it’s that soul-crushing sense of self abuse, but somewhere along the line, I realized that I went too far. I went too far in my quest to experience the beast. I may have done irreversable damage to myself. It takes two to tango, but this, this thing, leads you down a dark path, as you dance. It insults you with its unimpressive aroma of garbage, and fuel, then it mocks you with the sight of what you might have known, a minor hint of actual lime in the finish. My greatest fear is that I will now be dubbed, "Dances with Steelback". Oh, what a fate, what a fate indeed.....No Steelback, no. I refuse to submit, I shall recover. I shall over-come, I shall never surrender to Frankie D’angelo But I am glad I could experience this thing before it ’dances’ its way into obscurity.

Can (710 freakin’ ml). My 11th and last Steelback rating - no thanks to MrManning!. Oh, poor Fwankee - losing his beloved swilljuice company - and the little baby Jesus weeps. Pale oily gold, minimal bubbling, clear fizzy-frothy white head - it SOUNDED cheap. There’s lime in this? Really? Dry, stale chemical/corn aroma, some vague cooked vegetables, they maybe had a hop plant in a small pot out behind the factory where this was spewed forth, but ain’t none in the aroma. The taste - like a watered down fizzy popsicle - fake lemon mixed with fake lime mixed with ditchwater and liquid paper. Watery, mildly fizzy body, mercifully quick-finishing, not as bad a metal/chemical/plastic/paper aftertaste as I feared, but all in all this lives nicely down to the assjuice reputation this company deserves - although to admit, I was expecting worst ever, this is just horrible.