Magnum 40:

Hello friends and neighbors. Well here we are, another day, another malt liquor. The lack of originality in the term “Malt Liquor” is very evident now and for that, I am drawing a line in the sand. For the rest of this month (and the rest of my life) and will not touch malt liquor again…EVER. So today’s final foray into the land of bad is Magnum 40, a brew that pours with a decently thick head that dissipates slowly and loudly throughout the tasting process. A nose of bread, malts and metals dominate as soon as the bottle is opened and are there so much that holding your nose through the whole process while drinking it isn’t that uncommon. The taste is exactly what you’d come to expect from malts and I really don’t need to retread that whole experience in bad taste. The bottom line is this: there is a giant vat of malt liquor (right next to one of high gravity beer) that sells out it’s product in oil barrels to the various brewers out there and they bottle it up and sell it as their own unique taste. After today, I’m spending my final 8 days on tallboys, bending some of my rules and, in general, trying to enjoy what’s left of this month with tongue firmly planted in cheek.