Pechish Woods, Cisco Brewing, This brewery wants to see that thong da sour dong ta thong thong. Sours like a truck. truck truck.

This beer is amazing and strange at the same time, like those kids with autism that hit up college all early and you’re pretty sure they are getting dome but then you are not sure that- it’s a pretty solid sour. It has nothing to do with geniuses or oral sex.

Cisco wore a glittery belt buckle, another Cisco got all my dotcom friends so many awkward hj's in rental cars, this Cisco melts your face off with scorching sours.

Pechish woods, Cisco Brewers, American Wild Ale 4.9% abv

A: This is incredibly thin and watery in character. If not for the haze it would give off a mild orange translucence to it, like watered down faderaid on a struggling Sunday morning. There is no lacing, nor much carbonation to write home to mom and dad about. Summer camp at Pechish Woods is tranquil and inviting.

Smart people enjoy sours, stupid ass people enjoy cats. This has been proven time and time again. Next time you meet someone who doesn't like sours, ask what he/she majored in, you know which one I am talking about..

S: This has an unmistakable pie crust and peach smell to it. There is also a faint note of wet hay and autumn in general exuded from this beer. Chicks are not into this. Don’t open this at a club. You can’t leave with less than zero bitches but, you cant owe people girls is what I am trying to say. Leave this wild ale at home.

T: The nose is very similar to the taste and it has sharp notes of peaches and a nice cracker crust finish to it that doesn’t really expand or linger for very long. There aren’t many sours/wilds that go full on unshaven peach like this one and, the candor is welcome. It is a bit one note but you don’t get sick of it.

You are expecting something all hard and bad ass but then it doesn't get you wasted at all. But it's still pretty chill so you just hang out and swap Catholic Camp stories and shit gets autobiographical real quick.

M: This is super crisp and light. The tartness only underscores how fast this imparts the flavor and disappears quickly. This is actually a bit of an impressive hat trick with the peaches, cinnamon, crust, and excessive drink ability. I would highly recommend this beer to anyone who wants to wow someone with the limits of what beer can attain. This is limited in scope but incredible in depth, it just nails peach cobbler is its cobbler ass. The result is not COBBLED TOGETHER.

Chicks wont like this beer, but then again, maybe she will. If the rap community can convince girls to sip Moscato then anything is possible.

D: This is all redundant, but this is a very drinkable beer and a very pleasant beer to drink at that. It would be a perfect dessert beer to serve to guests and the pairing choices are SUPER OBVI. If this wasn’t so annoying to obtain, I would have this on full rotation. Peaches by the pound. dumps like a truck.

This is the type of person who enjoys a beer like this, despite what I like to think about it. And myself.

Narrative: The orchard hummed with a dynamic life to it in the summertime. Something about the sun’s rays cascading through the branches and the wind picking up the sweet blossom of the peach trees made it seem like one didn’t have a care in the world. “OH I AM SORRY, everyone, Pierre thinks these PEACHES ARE GOING TO HARVEST THEMSELVES, let’s all take a break and wait for him, because NOW YOUR SHIFT IS GOING TO BE 20 MINUTES LONGER BEFORE ARTS AND CRAFTS” the loudspeaker boomed as the camp counselor gestured furiously towards Pierre. His hands were cut from the constant harvesting and the acerbic juices from delicious peaches filling the sack around his neck. “Please, my…mom didn’t sign me up for this…this is supposed to be summer camp…” Pierre pleaded and wiped some peach pulp from his youth designer jeans. “LET ME, tell you something Pierre Pierre the Peachcrastinator, you need to stop jabbering on about how life at Pechish Woods is the PITS and start thinking about how SWEET arts and crafts will be!” If the camp counselor’s tone didn’t cut to the bone, the caustic puns would scour his skin first. Arts and Crafts at Pechish Woods consisted mostly of preserves preparation, jams, pie construction, and tart manufacturing. “Fineeeeee….” Pierre was indeed being a peachcrastinator but, you couldn’t argue with the perks. He took a bite of a fresh peach and continued “Free Time” at the sticky sweet Pechish Woods Summer Camp.

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