Alright so as a shameless Bruery apologist, you probably think I am going to come out servicing this 510 glory hole and giving them Rare Barrel boys sloppy dome shots. DDB HAS JOURNALISTIC INTEGRITY OKAY.

So these Berkeley bad bitches have been turning out a litany of sours, producing fancy ass ceramic growlers, and keeping their ranks tight with a cellar society: BUT WHAT DO THEIR BEERS FUCKING TASTE LIKE? If your dickhead answer is “prolly like the Bruery LOL !!1!!” Welllll you wouldn’t be wrong, but you wouldn’t know what you are talking about either. Let’s push deeper inside this tart cervix.

This beer pours with a wispy carbonation that crackles and resides quickly with little cling or residual proteins in the glass. If you drink American wild ales expecting mad lacing, well, good luck with that. The color looks like a brown ale base was used and adopts this chocolate meets violet hue that isn’t as beautiful as say them fruited goldens you stroke it to, but pretty in its own way, like Maya Rudolph.

The smell at cold temps is acidic, blackberry, acetic, sour black cherry tannins, and at warmer temps the fruit and vinous profile is more akin to a big dry oaky Sonoma cab. Not a huge bouquet of musk, but it’s largely because the acidic profile is doing sick burn outs and hitting on your sister, not much room for anything else on that stage.

The taste is intensely acidic with an oaky dryness akin to Otiose if you even remember that beer you negligent asshole. You get a touch of cranberry, raspberry, light chocolate and fig, and it closes with a resonant acidic character that resounds gracefully. If Consecration is the 7 series, consider this the 3, except less Persian. The lip smacking dryness leaves the tannins from the wine profile but none of the fruity smuckers fun, them sugars were well metabolized. This is highly drinkable due to the abv and it’s clean sharp finish, like when you eat hot Cheetos and you feel the sting that begs for another taste.

Overall, this is a less substantial version of say, Otiose, but it stands on it’s own due to the light execution and acidic interplay. The path of dark sours is a rough road indeed, but this fares the journey with calm poise and enamel raping panache.

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