For me, even though it was legitimately over 20 years ago, I will never ever forget Sam Adams Triple Bock. It was like drinking soy sauce. Purchased it at Yankee Spirits in North Attleboro, MA and they just had them sitting by the register. Definitely not stored correctly, definitely had been sitting there for a very long time. One sip, nearly threw up, drain pour.
This by a country mile: Danish Faxe.. Seriously drinking lukewarm corona in January would sound delicious in comparison. Totally awful. Industrial, artificial taste and "extra strong" ABV, for drunks maybe.
worst beer i‘ve had was a can of miller draft. first u.s. beer i found ( licence brewed i think), and it was the first beer that was not spoiled that i could not drink. just no beer taste? more a recycled-but still disgusting- wastewater taste. second worst was braustübl pilsner just recently, had strong esters tasting of apples and a sticky texture.
My lowest rated beer is New Belgium The Hemperor HPA, which I generously rated 2.04 in 2018. This was real skunky. I talked to a beertender that said they had a keg of it, and when the keg blew (or was dumped), they did the usual line-flush ritual, which didn't get the skunk out. So they flushed it several more times, but eventually had to run a new line.
Probably the original MoonShot '69 Beer recipe from New Century. I gave it a 1.03/5 before it was reformulated and then discontinued.
I think they hit what they were going for but it wasn’t good. https://www.beeradvocate.com/beer/profile/73/45558/?ba=Caesar024#lists And this one. https://www.beeradvocate.com/beer/profile/13307/59741/?ba=BruChef#lists
I have to share this because it's my all-time favorite review on this site... Sam Adams Triple Bock Reviewed by magictacosinus from California 1.41/5 rDev -52.7% look: 1 | smell: 2.5 | taste: 1 | feel: 1 | overall: 1.25 Yes, it's true! If someone would have told me that I would have had the chance to try the legendary "worst craft offering ever" (SA Triple Bock) and the infamously "worst macro offering ever" (Bud Chelada) in the same night, I would have died of glee. Turns out that, in fact, that DID indeed happen about a month ago. Someone brought a '97 vintage of the dreaded Triple Bock, and I celebrated later at a friend's by opening the Chelada beer. But, this is about Triple Bock, which allegedly makes your skin decay and makes puppies choke on their own drool. Poured out of a 12oz corked bottle into a tulip glass. I had the misfortune to do the honors, for everyone, pouring and all. And it's no surprise, because holy hell is this a syrupy, thickened mess of a beer. Pours a black color that is extremely terrifying, as if you're staring into the the deep, dark swirling void of pure macabre and alienation. A mahogany, oily looking head coats the top, and leaves behind a sticky, highly disgusting look on the side of the glass that is a charming combination of molasses and coagulated blood. My hands were sticky for the remainder of the night with the few drops that slipped out of the glass into my hand. The entire cobalt bottle was stained black with each pour. I went around the table pouring this, looking at each spectator in the eye and observing the trembling passage of fear and despair as they would look into the treacle in the glass with knocked knees and progressively whitening skin. Indeed, the stark contrast of the dark concoction with the paling skins in the room seemed to portray the gray line of us crossing into the unknown in partaking with this beer, with no turning back as we approached our individual glasses to each of our noses. Some have likened the aroma of Triple Bock to many horrifically exotic items that you should never consume, but to me, it simply smells like cheap Madeira - and that's pretty much it. Heavily caramelized, with lots of oxidation, with big umami notes of mushrooms, soy sauce, salt, as well as rotten plums. This is the catch with Triple Bock - it convinces you that it is a source of pure evil in its appearance, but then as you approach your face closer to the liquid, it materializes into a friendly jester of a spirit, telling you that it is okay to imbibe it, everything will be alright, and that the two of you are going to make fast friends. It's one thing to tap into the forces of evil, but to actually make *friends* with it?? For a moment we were a bit reassured, and the gray line tightened up ever closer. Together, we all took a sip. This is perhaps the only instance in consuming a beer where I can, with full certainty, claim that the devil made me drink this. I don't even *believe* in the devil, but I do believe in the cold, disheveling apex that is the horribleness of SA Triple Bock. One sip, and terrible things begin to happen. Beer turns into soy sauce - soy sauce turns into oil - oil turns into blood - and the blood that descends burns, and latches itself to the sides of the tongue and the inner areas of the esophagus, without fully letting go. Dumping the rest of the beer in a bucket, we realized that it was too late - the demented liquid had already created a symbiotic, Succubus-like connection within our body, and indeed, had latched itself into the deep recesses of our very souls, forever changing us, and forever showing us the truth of what happens as soon as the gray line closes up upon us. Never would we drink beer the same way again, and never would we find something seemingly designed for imbibing that would perhaps be a better condiment for rice, bok choy, eggplant, and other Eastern varieties. Truly sinister and unforgiving. It truly takes a horrible beer to appreciate even the most mediocre offerings on the market ever more. Indeed, the worst part about our tainted souls from exposure to Triple Bock is that we are now willing to present this to everyone that we can, with any chance we get. It doesn't only change your life by inflicting major pain on your psyche - its true evil is that it compels you to order something, *anything*, as your next beverage, perhaps as an effort to cleanse your palate of its malign profile, or perhaps as a way to forget you ever had the experience with as much cheap booze as you can get your hands on. Highly recommended in every sense of the word. Feb 12, 2014
I'd purposely forgotten the worst beer I've had was but it was Cerveza Commemorativa 2008. An unincredible drain pour pretty much like Coors Light, which helps keep your vomit sweet.
Once you've sorted between worst because it's spoiled and worst because someone intentionally brewed it this way, I'd say the worst beer ever was Magic Hat Pistil. From their description: Stop and smell the petals, Pistil is a summer beer unlike any other, brewed with a combination of dandelion petals, Pale and Acidulated malts, flaked oats, and Apollo and Northern Brewer hops that results in a one-of-a-kind beer with a slightly sour acidity and a smooth malt body. Perfect for taking down deep thirst.
Outside of unintentionally infected beers and old beers that are falling apart, just about anything on this list makes my jowls water Pumpkin Beer | BeerAdvocate
Last one I had was probably almost 15 years ago. Found it in the back of the fridge at work and since nobody claimed it, I asked if anybody wanted to share it at the end of the day. I knew what I was in for, but since everyone else was a non-beer-geek, I got to laugh at everyone's reactions to, at most, small sips. Classic stuff. Admittedly it's been a WHILE, but I remember it being weird, but not undrinkably so. That's epic, that is.
Technical it was a 40 year old can of Billy Beer. But in the intentionally brewed category it is Natty Ice.
I've had ONE pumpkin beer that was "good" (purely subjective) Southern Tier Pumking Thank goodness it was fresh.
I think part of my disdain for pumpkin beer, and beers like it, is rooted in the thought that, "a thing doesn't need to be all things all at once." I mean, some things are no-brainers because of complimentary flavors, like stout and coffee. However, I find a lot of these types of beers just seem immeasurably forced. If I want a stout and a shot of espresso and a slice of pumpkin pie I can have all three separately. I'm an adult. Who's going to tell me no? I don't really need to find a product that attempts to meld them all into one thing. That can, and has, spiral into the ridiculously absurd.
Just a thought: all the junk stouts, candy flavors added, and vanilla...pansy-ass vanilla...these are things that a generation (who now brew beer) weren't allowed to have as kids.
