Narragansett Bock 

pours like most beers, after you flip the tab, if you tilt the can it splashes out.

airs of goatherder leather sandals mingle with surf  just south of narragnasett beach as the glass fills.

foaming head clean, large  and white. if the beer wasnt brewed near the ocean i would say seagull shit white. you know that pure white that surrounds the off colours, brown and gray , that sit  on your windshield when you come out of the market, just after you were at the car wash.

tastes of malt and rubber seal of a cheap dishwashing machine.  sublte hop aroma, and a strong sting of alcohol soaked womans hose, worn for three days in early February, while commuting to and from work on diesel city busses. 

the finish -- pure and sweet, malt ummm.... and an equal hop balance, silenced by a neck knife slice of musty navel lint.

cheers

Rev. Rearview