Not the most exciting beer but still tastes good, need a higher alc % and it could score higher.

There's a picture of a small golden bird on the can, so I had high hopes. The ale it's self is golden but really cloudy, if I produced a urine specimen this cloudy I would seek professional guidance, it's so cloudy I can't see my fingers through the glass. It smells beautiful, like mangoes and tropical fruits, the smell is so luxurious and strong it could be a Yankee candle. The taste. It's so sour, they used all of the rind and none of the fruit. My lips were puckered up to a pin prick for at least half an hour. It's like drinking acid, I could feel my teeth dissolve. The man from Del Monte says "No!". Why anyone would hate another human being so much to lead them to release this onto the world is beyond reason. This is the Bond villain of brewing, the little golden bird looks harmless, fun and a little helpless. But if you let your guard down it will have you strapped to a bench with a laser melting your privates. "Do you expect me to drink this Goldfinger?" "No Mr Bond I expect you to die."