“I try, oh my god do I try, I try all the time”- 4 Non Blondes
The more I find beers that I hate, the more beers I will buy from that brewery. I know it sounds dumb but I think it is really important to never write off a brewer until you have given them a fair shake. So I keep coming back and trying to be objective, forgiving each former beer transgression and trying to keep my mind open. Flying Dog, however, is really trying my freaking patience.
It seems like each brew I have sampled is just a little worse than the last from these brew dudes. Raging Bitch Belgian Style IPA is unfortunately not the exception to the rule. This light amber pale ale pours nicely. It has a nice shade, great carbonation and thick cream head. Then the smell hits your unsuspecting nostrils. It smells like a banana truck overturned into a pool of fresh asphalt. For some reason there is this medicinal aroma, faintly reminiscent of burn cream or some other topical ointment, maybe even fungal cream. It is a unrelenting assault on your pour olfactory glands.
Sadly it tastes like it smells. If Colgate made a banana flavored tooth paste, this could be the template. Trust me; this bottle of suds is a freaking dud. Sometimes beer is about money. Don’t waste your precious scratch on this god-awful batch. Life is two short to throw away a night on this. Take my word for it. Unless you like to be that person who has a psychological need to stand out in the crowd, Raging Bitch will make you wish you brought a muzzle.
Consumed: Pint Glass
Verdict; Skip it