Alright everyone has been going apeshit for side project releases in general, but this fruit bitch in particular has squeezed some peaches and pounded some pits. Ever since vsb dropped, fools have tear drops tatted in their faces for fruited American wilds. Remember in early 2012 when every fucking brewery had to release a stone fruit sour? Persica b1 dropped, then veritas 10, fou was doing its thing, peche N Brett dropped and then fucking fantasia b1 and then fucking Chandelle, everyone wanted some.
Well here we are again, everyone is in that peach game. Let’s get this shit poppin:

Side Project Brewing
Fuzzy
8% abv American wild ale

A: admittedly this is a fucking beautiful beer. That hazy straw gives me a rumplestraightskin spinning gold. The carb is not excessive and the cling is a dazzling crackle of wispy microfiber carb like a bezeled out Breitling.

S: holy lactic milk titties, we have just entered the one dimension. At 50 degrees this is comically acidic with a touch of stone fruit but just overwhelming acidity and a hint of Brett L. Just go lose a round of Battlefield 4 and come back. Around 60 degrees things make sense, that pithy peach fruit and saturated fleshy pits come through. It still leans harder on the acidity leg but the peach jolly rancher pokes its meaty tip through the front of the fruit boxers.

T: again, while cold don’t even bother: this is straight acidity on acidity and the fruits are gagged in the back of a Ford Contour being held ransom. Let it open up and you get that yellow gushers, stone fruits, Chardonnay and oaky musk that makes it worth your while. It lingers with a fruit stripe gum meets 3f Oude Gueuze and lemon zest that is very fulfilling.

M: this is borderline cankersore territory but the peach tannins dry it out and the pop rocks crackle adds depth to the acidity preventing it from falling in the one note Cascade apricot realm. Again, temperature is the greatest enemy to this beer let it breath, run it’s peachy hands up your thighs, let the Molly kick in, let it happen.

D: the abv is invisible and this drinks like a sessionable sour, the fruit mending a hand where the acidity slammed it in the car door. Alright what everyone wants to know: is this bitch worth it? It is tough to say, I traded a bottle of Pediobear for this so I will clearly say “fuck ya.” But if it goes down like most of the other shit I have seen, veritas 13+ for a small format banger, I am inclined to say “ehhhh kinda?” You could easily drink Almanac Valley of Heart’s Delight or any of the Surette variants and be ok, but it won’t quiiite be the same. I guess it’s all relative to the elasticity of your trade butthole. Certainly worth your time and an exceptional wild ale.

Get up in the Peach Pit, Dylan.