Pouring the Nomader Weisse from its can, a bright and fizzy golden body just a few shades darker than the aluminum container itself emerges, converging into a medium-sized, bristling white head that dissipates in mere moments. A cloudy, sediment-speckled murkiness lingers in the center—a characteristic feature of any Berliner Weisse. With just a slight tilt of the glass towards the face, the beer’s pungent, sour aromas of lemon and Granny Smith apple come forth, but a tinge of sweet, malty wheat curtails the dominant sour smell so as not to prematurely overwhelm the drinker. The nose doesn’t seem to stray too far for your standard Berliner Weisse, but just after taking the first sip of the Nomader Weisse, one begins to see how Evil Twin’s Jeppe Jarnit-Bjergsø left his nomadic mark on the landscape, or in this case, the Berliner Weisse style. The tangy notes of lemon and apple, just as in the nose, playfully bite at the drinker’s teeth on contact in typical Berliner fashion. However, the Nomader soon reveals Jeppe’s modern day tinkerings with slight hints of white grape, an effect akin to transporting a German Oktoberfest in its entirety right to America: somewhat bizarre, but still delicious.