I told Bob that this IPA did not need the Yellow 5 but then I realized that lowering the sperm count of haze drinkers wouldn’t be such a bad thing. The beer itself goes in on every track. There isn’t the crackly theraflu Orange that some haze has, and this marries the slight pine and grapefruit rind with a body that is a touch less creamy than the Trillium sect, which in turn increases drinkability at the expense of depth. It makes it absolutely disappear especially in the flat brimmed dodger hat/slammed integra/black plugs segment indigenous to the east side. I welcome our new cloud overlords.
I love how god damn refreshing the seemingly overlooked @hillfarmstead work horses are. Sure you can slip your L5-s1 carrying mountains of boxes for an Art, a solid 13:1 trade, but that’s not to say that this creamy lightly acidic orange dreamsicle doesn’t absolutely knock it out of the peach chobani ballpark. The best part of this is the long pillowy memory foam carb that contours and crackles in a decidedly European panache. It sheets and rings in a tangerine meringue and just adds inertia to the experience. The long mineral closer to the swallow is spa day refreshing. Tickers tryna ride that Farmer Wave now they salty.
I talk a lot about the hilarious diminishing returns in the stout game. YuGiOh children have taken their completionist collecting habits to adult beverages and beer is going to outpace bourbon and sneakers as the most hilarious disposable income sinkhole. Appervation exists as anathema to that culture. It has no adjuncts, no frills, doesn’t ride the CV of its cask treatment, no lottery, no members only, no invite only, and I think this shit was like a 12pp limit: it just puts dripping black licorice molasses feet in the paint. On paper this seems like a no brainer because @jackieosbrewery has had to live within svelte confines of an oppressive abv law and @sideprojectbrew caters to depth by way of excess. The two combined are this bubbling obsidian fracking that results in a brownie batter Aristotelian mean. Where dark apparition was “insubstantial” in mouthfeel, the derivation lineup presented malty weight loss plans. The goldilocks bed between these Wonka poles is this fantastic beer. It maintains incredible poise with substantial sheeting, like a Tank spec’ed as a Rogue. There are undulating waves of tobacco and whoppers, barrel presence tempering the GoodNplenty sweetness masterfully. It’s odd to see such a flawless merger of styles and then have it work so well. My rickhouse got swollen staves realizing the power of no frills barrel aging attendant hereto. It’s damn good and while not falling off the shelf, the accessibility to pleasure index is off the charts. It’s the beer equivalent of buying Witcher III for $9.99. Dust off the FedEx account for this gem, it is exceptional.
It was a long time coming for this framboise banger that Troy Casey called “the best fruited beer that [he has] ever made.” So naturally I drank it in some Holiday Inn Express plasticware. Let’s put aside the obvious: the magenta foam and deep carmine profile is gorgeous and unlike some acute Cuts, this has a pillowy sustain of carb trickling upwards like preteen hands at a 21 Pilots show. The nose is Rosé and dry muddled blackberry aspect. It isnt as excoriating or Saharan as some raspberry beers can get. However this is far from a Juicy Juice recess cooler as well. If a “can I finish a 750ml without GERD onset?” Is a litmus test of quality AWAs, then rest assured there will be no GI ulcer profiles onset. I have long touted my love for the CFP lineage above the cuts, but when the cuts are this deep, everyone wants the bone. This is easily one of the best casey beers ever made and I say that as someone who loves their pure saison non-fruited lineup more: it excels against its own. The swallow begins to hit your larynx and leaves a lingering Gamay crackle with punchdown skins and a subtle sharp cheddar thing. There are more accessible entires within Casey’s own lineup that come close, but if you are the type of screen print Tee wearing exbando who desires the best of some obscure niche hobby: then line right up. Finally a new outlet of self flagellation for your misbegotten self esteem, achievement predicated on consumption with zero active participation: the best kind of success.
People have asked me about this insane collab and I can confirm, while not a paradigm shift: it is exceptional. It Voltrons the best elements of each oddball item and presents the funk and grist of @creaturecomfortsbeer and still has a degree of big micro panache and consistency attendant to blvd. It’s dry and clean like a weird Chablis Martinellis, just apple skin and white grape. The oak is more of a structuring aspect that gives a lip smacking chaperone driving up croooosh levels. It’s like ramping up a low class beer to insanely refined levels, like when Dodge made the srt4 neon, why does this exist and god damn it’s solid. My fav part is when this recalibrates the typical BA dipshit palate beyond a resinous cringey west coast IPA or grocery store beer.
Azw obviously sourced the produce and just made this bang over 808 drums
Crooked stave took the nightmarish WWBB and put it in a rock polished to round off all those juniper spruce edges. If you told me in 2012 that half a decade later we would have shit like this in cans I would be interested in getting a sports almanac from you to change the course of saisons in the future. It’s a substantial amount of sage and conifer extravaganza, fellatio in the back of a 🌲 🎄 lot. Clean dry mouthfeel and a spritz of le croix lemon. Colorado dudes be wallonian af catching rainbow trouts and taking basil dab hits. A dude in Denver beer traders was tryna swap his wedding band for cans of this FRFR
Dgm notwithstanding, DUENDE is the logical extension of the already fantastic Automatic, which is legitimately one of my favorite pale ales ever. This provides less of the creamy mouthfeel as the Monkish/Treehouse sect but feels more nimble as a result. It’s more resinous and evergreen but doesn’t tread too far into the mid 2000s offputting pine. Orange pith and zested tangelo round out the THC vape oils and it’s a novel entry in this expanding canon of chowderwales and this one feels more focused and elegant than most. I rate this 3.5 out of 5 confused pit bulls waiting in line in an industrial park