R.J. King Wingwalker Amber Ale
World Brews

Very light amber appearance, comes just as close to yellow. See through to the max, thin head whisps away. Aroma was red malt, earth.

Taste was again that red malt mildness, like it was toasted with some dirt on it unwashed. Sweetness comes up downbottle, highly carbonated.

Below average amber ale.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A- Clear dark golden color, have to work really hard to build up a head on this one and it doesn't stay around long. Lots of bubbles from the bottom.

S- Has a caramel tone to it, but you get a mineral metallic smell mixed in. Smells like a canned beer.

T- Tastes like caramel sugar water with some honey mixed in. Not very exciting.

M- Hardly any carbonation to it and has a syrup watery feel to it.

O- This is a sad beer. If you are still tempted to try this after reading this post, get someone else to by it so you don't have to waste your money.

Served in a Lagunitas mason jar.

Admittedly, I haven't been very impressed with the other Wingwalker brews I've had so far, but I soldier on regardless. This stuff pours a clear bronze topped by a finger of relatively short-lived off-white foam. The nose comprises buttery biscuit insouciantly buoyed by the lightest possible touch of candied orange peel. I got a bit light-headed whilst deeply inhaling, searching for something hidden amongst the butter and bread. The taste breathes a bit more citrusy life into the proceedings, but creating a zombie ain't quite crafting life, if you catch my drift: things remain dominated by the buttery biscuits. The body is a light medium, with a light moderate carbonation and a slick, fluid feel. Overall, a substandard amber at best, one that can't escape its diacetyl-laden roots.

12oz bottle, yet another pithy offering from this pseudo-brewer, one which has the temerity to avoid my attempts at communication for a while now, which of course calls into question the legitimacy of their existence.

This beer pours a clear, medium golden amber colour, with two fingers of foamy, mildly bubbly dirty white head, which leaves a few thin streaks of bridge-like lace around the glass as it quickly bleeds into the ether.

It smells of musty caramel malt, semi-sweet orchard fruit, a bit of overripe black berries, and some mildly funky earthy, leafy hops. The taste is grainy caramel malt, a touch of sour breadiness, bland earthy fruitiness - peaches and apples, mostly - and dead-eyed (anthropomorphized, apparently) leafy hops.

The carbonation is quite neutered, and barely noticeable, the body a so-so medium weight, and too pithy and cloying to be deemed all that smooth. It finishes on the sweet side, the grainy caramel malt still buoyed by a stale fruitiness, as the hops seem to be truly absent by this point, replaced by a small, finally evolved plastic twinge.

I'm not getting that unpleasant from the get-go impression that its colleagues seem to engender, so colour me surprised, I suppose, but its overall essence still gives me the minor willies, only if there's really nothing else on offer to make me change my mind.

 

 

 

 

 

Clean weak amber and yellow color, lots of clarity, mild head. Aroma was that usual bland red thing going for it.

Taste, nondescript mildness. Not much in the way of hoppiness, some bitterness, some sweetness. Lots of carbonation. What started out as mild sweetness seems to increase throughout the drinking experience. I'm not a fan of this style, but I can recognize this is definitely a subpar representation of style.

Given the cheap ass guy who brought this around, I should have known its quality, but you have to drink it to know I guess.