Anti-Hero - Revolution Brewing Company
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1.05/5 rDev -74.5%
look: 2 | smell: 1 | taste: 1 | feel: 1 | overall: 1
This beer is too bitter. It leaves a nasty bitterness to your mouth for awhile. It's way too overwhelming for any kind of pairing. This stuff is way too strong. I have no idea what they were thinking. Don't know why so many people like this beer. I'd rather drink Rosa than Anti-Hero any day.
Serving type: can
06-06-2014 09:58:58 | More by NinoBrown
2.38/5 rDev -42.1%
look: 3 | smell: 2.5 | taste: 2.5 | feel: 3 | overall: 1.5
Thanks to fiver29 & jampics2 for dropping this want into boxes that arrived in the past week or so. Loved the Galaxy Hero, so looking for another good hop fix. 12 oz. can with nice USSR-style visuals.
Pour is a clear golden orange. that triggers my salivary glands. I almost have to drown myself to get anything aromatically coming off the surface of the beer: sweet? I've had well water that smelled more; hope that's not foreshadowing.
Anti-Hero, you're no Galaxy Hero. Malt leads the way, & that's no way to build an IPA, or play in the hay. Hey. Sweet southern biscuits & crackers arrive first, & only second is there a gentle waft of rose/floral hops. Grassy, borderline dank midsection gives way to a meek hop nip right at the end. The dankness grows as the beer warms, & cuts into its limited appeal. I could have done with half a can.
This is a malt-driven IPA, something that should go down in the dictionary next to the bikini shawl & wool underwear. I could finish this. I'm thinking I might not. Not terrible, but not a good beer.
Serving type: bottle
06-06-2013 02:17:58 | More by maximum12
2.85/5 rDev -30.7%
look: 3 | smell: 2.5 | taste: 3 | feel: 2.5 | overall: 3
Walking back to your Bridgeport flat at night; gripping your church key for the twit who tries to make off with the seventeen dollars in your pocket; you can’t help but reluctantly notice the city’s new cohort of young trollops multiplying across your back alley and front step alike. No corner goes unadorned as they mount themselves to the chipped, green primer on the avenues’ lampposts and entice you with their slim figures borne of a steady diet comprised of apricot flavored cigarettes and White Castle sliders. You’re headed home, but weren’t expecting to now. The boss told you to take a vacation - probably forever. Her immaturity, dim-wits, and newly purchased fishnets go hand-in-hand, so you invite her in. She calls you daddy, so you scold her and tell her to shut up. Nothing fits her right. The AquaNet hairspray she applied this afternoon as she rolled out of bed at 3:30pm has now cracked; flaking like the white stain on her black, loosely ill-fitting B-cup brassiere - thanks to genetics, she got at least two “A”s in her life. She needs a place to stay: you only have seventeen dollars, minus the amount you were planning on spending for dinner at the Bucky’s gas station. Again, she’s thin, rail thin; she would look fuller if she didn’t immerse herself in Tropical Agent Orange spray tan, which is nothing more than not-so-cleverly disguised Kool-Aid concentrate; sailors call it bug juice. Despite your efforts to engage her with offers of hand-rolled clove beedis and a tipple of Rittenhouse Rye, she immediately goes flat and reveals her insipid personality. The remnant aroma of what she smoked and ate last night had more character than the hoax of her projected imagination, which was nothing more than repeating punch lines from sitcoms and laughing first every time. With each sip, you wished she at least had the bubbly demeanor of a neophyte, but she bypassed the best part in favor of a feigned bitterness that faded as she lost interest. You follow suit upon finishing, but quickly realize you’ve committed for the remainder of the week; she’s staying five more days. You’ve been had, friend; you probably could have done a better job yourself. Look on the bright side; at least your dinner at Bucky’s exceeded your expectations: you still have your seventeen dollars and they carry Sculpin IPA in the icebox now.
Serving type: can
10-12-2012 17:18:49 | More by JuniperJesus
3/5 rDev -27%
look: 4 | smell: 3 | taste: 3 | feel: 2.5 | overall: 3
12 oz. can poured into a snifter.
Appearance - Clear golden orange. Decent white head and retention. Thick collar of foam.
Smell - Not all that hoppy. Not enough for me at least. A little bit of grassy pine. Some sweetness.
Taste - Grain, a touch of sugar. Some hops. Grapefruit and pine. Not very hoppy. Cloying sugar in the finish with some fruity flavors.
Mouthfeel - Seems much heavier than it should feel. Medium carbonation.
Overall - Disappointing. Not very hoppy at all. Some funny fruity off flavors too.
Serving type: can
05-18-2013 23:47:59 | More by Alieniloquium
Anti-Hero from Revolution Brewing Company
92 out of 100 based on 1,483 ratings.