September 11, 2005 - #64 of 365

Brewer: Steve’s friend, Pete—his friend.
Beer: Untitled
Style: “Wood Alcohol” (“Jesus, you can’t get alcohol from wood—no fermentable sugars!”
abv: supposedly 10%

Background: Drunk from a one-gallon plastic jug at an apartment in Salem.

Appearance: Didn’t pour, but was murky brown in the bottle—like that Food Lion brand sweet tea.

Aroma: I didn’t stick my nose in the jug, but I couldn’t smell anything when I was near it.

Flavor: When cold, it tasted like sweet tea, Gatorade, and a six year old amber ale. No hops, no maltiness, no beer flavors, really. As it warmed it became harsher, with notes of bad green tea and the James River (the James River part being Steve’s observation, which I wholeheartedly agree with). The alcohol, however, was well-masked.

Notes: Made me sick. Possibly the worst thing I’ve ever put into my mouth. The germs of the other three guys who were drinking it didn’t sweeten the deal. Everything liquid shouldn't be, and more.

Rating: 0.6 out of 5