Ken – I know, technically this is not beer, but it’s by a beer maker, so we’ll let it slide for now, k?
My wife bought this as a joke… I think she wanted to punish me for something. This is Mr. Keith’s first foray into the ever expanding cider market; and I think he should retreat! Now mind you, we were quite in the bag by this point, we had been drinking strong beers all night. This was the one that put me over the edge (read, hung over the next morning).
It smelled like apples… alcoholic apples. I poured it out in the kitchen and within a few seconds, everyone in the dining room 10 feet away were all “Whoa! That’s strong!”. Then I sat it down in front of Pat and you should have seen his face!
His wife put it best, never drink this around anyone you want to impress, because the faces you make will not help your case!
I tried to finish it as-is, but couldn’t. I added a little water but that just made it worse! I added a lot of water and then I could finally get it down. I should have just stopped.
Pat – This one was a bit hard to finish. While drinking this beverage, I was sure that I heard a whirring noise – it’s possible that it was just the air conditioning at Ken’s place, but it was equally likely that it was the sound of Alexander Keith endlessly rolling over in his grave at high RPM.