VB starts as a crisp, ice-cold reward for a hard day’s yakka.
But as you work your way down the schooner, the experience gets noticeably rougher.
The initial sip delivers that classic, heavy-hitting bitterness that goes down clean when frosty, masking the heavy, metallic undertones of the lager.
However, as the liquid sits, warms up and loses its carbonation, the crisp bite degrades into a thick, syrupy weight at the bottom of the glass.
By the final drops, that smooth refreshment is completely gone.
Leaving you with a warm, punishingly bitter dreg that hits the back of your throat like a punch in the face.
Ooft.
Dane.
