My first sip of Coors Winter; my immediate impression is that this is not the worst beer in the world. The expected sweetness not overwhelming, I let it sit and tended to my Shake 'N Bake and assorted reheats.
A casual second sip some number of minutes later, and the finish was of particular note. This finishes like a cheap beer, I thought to myself. A peculiar, but familiar taste of alcohol. The monks of the Rockies must have been a little impatient cooking this one up. But who wouldn't in similar frustratingly pious circumstance. Pious being complimentary of course; props of some sort must be due the chaste. It's only right.Third encounter and beyond, and as expected, the uncivilized finish has disappeared and things are mellowing out considerably as I almost certainly have consumed this too fast. I consider this mission accomplished, not so much in the 2003 on an aircraft carrier sense, but in the not overthinking a beer sense. It is precisely a winter ale, sharing the common characteristics, not that it's particularly my favorite species of beer but it delivers on it's name in a manner of economy that can be universally appreciated.
Hmm. That finish really comes and goes. It's there, or it isn't. Very strange. Anyway, I'm hungry. And some indiscernible fraction in the bag.
