Finally, the last of my six beers from Bell's of Michigan. The brewery calls it an American wheat ale but it pours deeply cloudy amber ale under a thin white foam and rim with a whacking great big glob of yeast left in the bottom of the bottle. Not like any American wheat I've seen lately. Drying but sub-astringent lime-ish hops right down the middle of the palate wrapped in cream of wheatish grain. There is some fruitiness - tinges of apricot and lemon rind - plus late summer grass. Spiced cream yeast - all spice as much as anything. The four percent at the low end of BA love appear to be all scared of yeast.