It’s “double hopped”. Really? I couldn’t tell. There’s almost no head and — surprise! — almost no aroma. A faint graininess. Gosh, I don’t have much to say about this beer. It’s a pale lager that goes down easy. You’d think the tiny town of Whitefish, Montana wouldn’t have much going on, and the brewers could spend time making a beer that actually tastes like something. Apparently not.