This beer has travelled quite a journey to reach the chilled confines of my refrigerator. All the way from Alaska, the snow-capped Northernmost state of America. A rather humble and rarely scrutinized part of the states... prior to the emergence of one of the most disappointing examples of the human race, Sarah Palin.
The bottle bares a very 90s looking design with a fishing boat chugging along in front a mountain peak. While this is all very nice and representative, it is in dire need of an overhaul, and had I not picked it up out of necessity I would have never normally been enticed by it's charm. Or lack thereof.
Mediocrity is in it's nature as in appearance. It's got roasted malts and dark caramel. It's got bitter hops in it's tail. The ingredients are there, but everything feels half assed. The performance is reminiscent of a straight to DVD Nic...well actually every Nicholas Cage movie from 2005 onwards.
Alaskan know the product, they know the craft, but they've just gone through the motions rather than try to create something special. So, at the end of the day, the job has been done. This is an acceptable Amber Ale, but would I go out of my way to source another one?
No.
6/10
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