That is why I began making my own. Porters, Stouts, Reds etc. good stuff.
Beer is relative though too, if someone hands you a frosty can of the most usually considered to be [insert favorite nasty animal piss here] when you’re in the middle of nowhere and it’s 115 degrees out, it’s all the sudden ambrosia dispensed from the bosom of a frost princess...
At the opposite end of the spectrum, me and a buddy were sans liquid water, and in shorts and T-shirts when we became “temporarily disoriented” while trying to scout out the trail for a backpack trip into a remote area. The amount of snow that had remained when we got to the other side of a ridge line was impressive and it was crusty enough to not leave tracks in a lot of places.
Right as we were contemplating locating a spot to settle in with a fire for the evening some guys on horseback rode into view, gave us a a couple Budweisers from a cooler on a pack horse and said they’d come in from the same parking area. Those were some pretty damn good beers, and no mention of the subject of “temporary disorientation” needed to be broached during the small talk with the knowledge of their ingress from the same parking area ;-)