An Unconventional Journey into Craft Beer: Testing Pliny the Elder

When it comes to beer, I have to admit: while I appreciate a truly crafted brew, my heart belongs to the less-refined variety. Sure, I can enjoy a robust Old Rasputin or a rich St. Bernardus, but nothing makes me quite as ecstatic as cracking open a cold can of PBR or Old Style. With that in mind, let’s dive into my latest beer-tasting adventure—featuring the highly acclaimed Pliny the Elder.

Recently, a friend of mine returned from a cross-country journey with a collection of craft beers, including the infamous Pliny. Naturally, we decided to organize a taste test, which we conducted in a rather whimsical fashion: I poured my sample into a Batman Forever mug (featuring the iconic Robin) that I snagged from McDonald’s back in 1995, while my friend chose a Flintstones mug, also a memento from the mid-90s.

The Initial Impressions

Aroma: Upon sniffing the Pliny, I was greeted by an odd yet intriguing scent that reminded me of an edible arrangement placed too close to a slightly used kitty litter box—not unpleasant, I assure you!

Appearance: To no one’s surprise, it looked like good old-fashioned beer. It had a creamy, somewhat hefty head, reminiscent of my own—always a promising sign!

The Flavor Profile

Taste: The initial sip was unmistakably piney, quickly followed by a wave of citrus. As I continued to savor it, the flavor morphed into something akin to various double IPAs I’ve experienced, but with a unique twist reminiscent of enriched Wonder Bread. Interestingly, the malt overshadowed the hops until the beer warmed up a bit, invoking memories of Lagunitas Sucks, but with a subtle flair of luxury.

Mouthfeel: The texture was undeniably wet—after all, it is a liquid—but also displayed a slick, almost slippery quality, as if someone had sneaked in some raw aloe juice. The finish was reminiscent of a room-temperature Dr. Pepper, oddly enough.

Final Thoughts

In conclusion, despite its fine craftsmanship, I rated Pliny the Elder as possibly the best beer I’ve had. Ironically, this means it’s likely a treat I won’t indulge in again. After our tasting, we reverted back to our comfort zone, polishing off a half case of Old Style alongside some three-day