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Faxe Premium Denmark
Described by our phalanx of tasters as “gentle”, “soft”, “rosy” and “sweet”, Faxe seems mostly reminiscent of suckling on a tender breast. In short, the Danish beer’s feminine character is not necessarily best represented by the Lorenzo Lamas-looking Viking that adorns each can. Then again, the Renegade himself would not be shamed by the jount’s 33.8-ounce Foster’s-trumping volume. Due to its canister size and our detection of a slight hint of Norseman axe-edge crouching behind the bosomy aftertaste, we suspect that four of these could lead an angry night spent plundering, pillaging and razing small trout-fishing villages. Advertised as the number one imported beer in Germany, Faxe’s website provides a hint of what those Steffi Graf-masturbators find so appealing. Instead of that glowering Puerto Rican mascot, we find a mischievous pint-sized Viking who lustily unclasps a maiden’s bra and defends the goal on a foosball table. Besides, since we’re talking about beer and not Jew-extinction hustles, we can surely trust the Krauts. By mighty Odin’s codpiece, we predict a fleet of these Viking vessels will land on the snowy shores of America when all those exiled House DJ’s in Berlin return to New York. Read more articles in Beer Garden » |
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