Tioga and Wren just dropped a sticky reduced calorie Huna on the masses with religious habit

@tiogasequoia and @wrenhousebrewing teamed up and made zero calorie Mexican Cake. I don’t mean this is dripping in stevia tones, I mean that it’s actually approachable and something you can open without making an entire evening of it or risk losing custody of your kids over. It’s chili casual, for the choco-curious. The body is that weird uncanny valley between Porter and the thinnest imperial stout, which works well for the abv and flavor profile. The heat is mild and integrates nicely with the other additions but molé Nestle Quik would be the best description, but made with evaporated milk like a Mormon household because you got six siblings and Tanner don’t you drink that orange juice without adding water to it, hear me? Overall I would love to see these South Beach diet versions of existing excessive archetypes. It is a touch conflicting to retro engineer those flabby mexibomb stouts into cleaner more approachable types, but I like it. Consider this the training wheels for your dipshit coworker who loves to read beer labels as he drinks it and declare what he is tasting. He will eventually be steeped in MBC and raffle shit, but this is his first apple hit of sativa before getting into wax chocolate dabs and chili shatterpieces


Them murky berries, 2009 blabby push me to the edge all my lambics are dead 💀 

2009 was that year when all these nit picking no pussy gettin hater bloggers complained about the two batches of Blab and b1 was allegedly the “good” batch. This is b1 and while compelling, everyone who exists in a post-blab orbit knows that this beer is for trading away and not opening when St Lam is better anyway. 

Irregardlessly this is still holding up nicely and edging into old age gracefully.  Dry with steadily increasing acidity and a lip smacking almost brackish finish. Kinda wish I could have had 1oz of this out of a filthy taster glass in an Illinois back yard for a more authentic Blabaer experience.


Highland Park Maximum Cloud is vape oil Gatorade

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.


No one is talking about Hill Farmstead Farmer Wave, but they should be

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.


Jackie O’s and Side Project just merged two awesome stout templars for this masterful Appervation Archon

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.