I don’t know what possessed us to try this beer one day or how it even managed to be available for purchase in a 1st world country. The name alone should have been enough to scare most people off.
After the first taste, it became immediately apparent where the bishop had been putting his finger prior to using said finger to stir his brew. I can only imagine that the bishop also moonlights as a proctologist, as this beer tasted like several different types of ass.
Although this review follows the actual consumption of the beer by several years, the taste was memorable enough for the name to have become synonymous with evil tasting beer .