Your butthole will pucker when that champagne oxy cap pops upon opening. This pours with massive carb and that billowing logsdon attenuation, like sloppy tittes when that underwire is breached. The cloudy golden and brassy hues are beautiful and don’t need your gelatin cold crashing, god made BdG like this and who are you to demand sick clarity?

Nose is crisp pear, lemongrass, biscuity goodness and some of the clove and banana you’d expect from the yeast strain. The taste is like a BFM saison or something from Vapeur with that hard water profile, clean esters, cornbread and honey merging with an expansive grassy herbal finish. Just destroyable and meant for these warm days in Colorado where people are currently getting hailed on during firestorms. THOT shit, ultra ratchet

This is likely sitting under a layer of dust at your bottle shop and you probably passed it up 3 years ago when it was imported, do yourself a favor and start taking BCAAs and do some real farmhouse sets. None of this Red Barn elliptical shit, real lifting, engage your core and go hit those green bottles like it means something. You walk past Sans Culottes all the time and girls don’t respect you, time to warm on those rustic hands and them saison quads with a farmers carry.

This is an excellent beer, but for $10 my readers would still rather buy some fruited stout or some shit. Prometheus can only slang so many DuPont strains.

Here is a beer that no one is ISO, so you actually have to buy it and drink it. Oh fuuuuuu-