Ok so aside from barely legal
1. Coffee
2. Cacao nut
3. Vanilla
4. Base
5 pb and j
There you go. Ground breaking jurisprudence. All are worthy of your attention and MA traders are crazy generous with such a top tier beer.
Sometimes it get tiring servicing whales all the time. So trill.
I prefer the Oude kriek but this is still a nice little maraschino cherry with a faint tannic aspect that is less juicy but more drinkable. The carbonation is fantastic and has this crackly pop rocks disposition that is a cherry will O the wisp that regenerates with one cherry mana. It gains complexity as it warms with more of a Capri sun and red jolly rancher sweetness and only the faintess hint of acidity. As a result it feels more traditional and makes this less initiated feel at home. This is a more subtle albeit more nuanced cherry profile that some will find boooooring but others who don’t watch “say yes to the dress” will realize it takes a calm hand and cherry smooches to blend something this balanced and crushable.
Them cherries get my banana peeled
This is a refreshing albeit substantial American wild or AMERICAN AUTHENTIC LAMBIC as the joke goes. It has a nice dry crispness to the nose like strawberry and fresh cut Fuji apples, and the dryness follows throughout the mouthfeel with Chardonnay and a white grape fruitiness to it at the outset. After you swallow things get a touch earthier not unlike the mineral and lightly bitter 2010 cable car or Herfst sort of metallic meets acidic merger. The whole thing kinda reminds me of an imperial Supplication on one hand and a sort of earthy wild on another.
Worth arching a couple ropes of jizz over but not your entire load, if we are talking backdoor trades.
When it comes to rare bottles, you always gotta go with plan ZJ
In case you haven’t heard yet, them old bearded boys of Marshall, Michigan went and done acquired themselves a television show, on the history channel no less. That’s right, for both of you at home who couldn’t get enough of BREWDAWGZ and BREWMASTERS, comes DARK HORSE NATION, a thrilling new TV series chronicling the lives of Michigan brewers attempting to address the stark solipisms of the human condition by running water through crunched up grains. TRULY COMPELLING.
In the fourth episode, VALENTINES HORSE, one of the bearded boys needs to woo a female companion out of her Lane Bryant jumper
You may be asking, “what in the fuck does this have to do with history?” Well technically any event recorded in a static medium is HISTORY, so even minutia connected to making SOUR THREE GUYS OFF THE SCALE, is technically historically relevant because it happened in the not-future. Listen, I am no Don Draper, so I will let History Channel give you their spin on this pile of spent grain:
“”In small town Marshall, Michigan, there is a group of life-long friends living out their visions of the American dream. Led by rebel entrepreneur and fearless visionary, Aaron Morse, Dark Horse is a thriving business set amongst a rural paradise. Morse and his team have been making a name for themselves since 1997, when Dark Horse started bottling their unique line of craft beers. Now distributed in 12 states, the Dark Horse crew is determined to turn their business into a household name. It’s diehard fan base even has its own nickname: Dark Horse Nation.”
“However, DARK HORSE NATION is not only about crafting great beer, it’s a way of life. Their recipe for success is as much about experimentation and trouble-shooting as it is self-taught skill and determination. Every week, there’s some new project, from creating outlandish inventions to building additions to their ever-growing compound. Around here, everything is done by hand, the old-fashioned way, or as they like to put, ‘The Dark Horse Way.'”
So TL;DR the first paragraph is essentially an advertisement for Dark Horse. That’s fine, I guess. The second paragraph delves into existential territory and shows you the raw pathos of the show, THE DARK HORSE WAY OF LIFE. This tao of pouring sacks of two row melded with the Vedas of pitching buckets of yeast underpins the SOUL OF THEIR EVER GROWING COMPOUND. At a certain point, when your size 40 husky jeans chafe from the Michigan sun, you reach that third stage of Kierkegaardian development: THE DARKHORSE WAY.
This is how I feel when I get requests from people to talk about fucking BREWDOGZ or whatever show DFH Sam is pandering at the moment.
But seriously, what in the fuck is this show actually about? Surely they can’t fill up seven episodes with dipshits wearing North Face jackets arguing about the Lions, OR CAN THEY. Here is my episode breakdown of predictable and tired pseudo-reality plot points:
Episode 1 “MEET THEM HORSES” in this episode we meet four dudes with beards and watch them race against interspliced shots of a clock for some reason, and then we get a B plotline where two husky keg washers have a dispute about who sprayed muds on whose S10.
Episode 2 “TRAVELING HORSES” in this episode two bearded dudes pile into a Tacoma and look for like vanilla, or razzleberry or some shit for an upcoming beer. It really isn’t that important but expect minor chords played over a dude looking winsomely at a barrel like “MAN IF THEY DONT GET THEM BURRIES IN TIME WE ARE FIXIN FOR A REAL SITCH!” Also, we meet a female support character who is probably latently degrading.
Episode 3 “EXPANDING THAT HORSE” in this pivotal TWO PART episode we explore the finer points of basic construction, putting brite tanks in place, and some bullshit ticking clock about how CROOKED TREE NEEDS TO START BREWIN OTHERWISE THE MICHIGAN CHOPPER SOCIETY WONT HAVE ANY KEGS. Also Danzig might show up for some reason.
When they cut to commercial, expect some PAWN STARS bullshit facts like “Dark Horse Brewing is located at 511 S. Kalamazoo Ave., just south of downtown Marshall. The location was formerly Wacky Willy’s party store, owned and named after Bill Morse.” The types of facts you can bring up in case you need to avoid ever feeling a vagina.
the episode “Bring your illegitimate child to the brewery” was nominated for several emmays
Let’s be honest, I am just butthurt that CONDOLAMBIC: the Future Rustic Adventure, was not greenlighted. Just a dude trying to decide what type of DME to use, going to Ralph’s for frozen burritos and then siphoning HOA poolwater before the manager finds out. At one point, the crew has to sit and wait while a Daredorm episode is assiduously selected. Moving television.
Of all the exceptional Allagash offerings, this would be the midline Yoshi of the AmericanLambiKart world. It isn’t as musky and couple as the cool ships it isn’t as tart as FV13, it doesn’t have that stellar red wine vinegar meets butryic acid profile of Vagabond: it is just crushable and delicious.
Somewhere between the acidic Beat and gentle Sanctification is this highly drinkable delicious treat. You get a touch of dough, lemon grass, some peach musk, ratcheted back acidity and this soapy carbonation like a Church car wash and- seriously how are they allowed to wear that it’s for a church.
This may not be “worth” the price point given the fact that you will decimate it within minutes, but isn’t that what nuanced execution is about? That American wild ale that provides a release so subtle you don’t even realize it until you are cleaning your browser history and trying to google how to get precum off of suede? That’s what beer is about.
Posting hard on that Subbydoo life
OH FUK ONLY A SINGLE CASE PER PERSON!??!?! THATS LYKE HALF THE ALLOCATIONS OF ADAM FROM THE WOOD SO RAER
OH shit the CIROC level ciceroning going down.
Remember when the previous swingtops were infected and all the shithead traders that offloaded them were like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
and then kept the refundz. LOL
fucking beer trading amirite
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Civil Disobedience 8, take civil disobedience 4, wipe a lil Edith on your gums and do a quick bump of Jim.
God tier black Saisons, shouldering next to that Guillermot Prunus flexing. The cherry and red wine tannins underpin a nice musk and Brett almond finish. This is clean as hell and attenuated down to the wet boxer briefs. This isn’t my favorite style but when it is done well, with that chocolate giving the floor to them red grape notes, well damn I harness that dark farmhouse.
Sometimes the dark aspects can be a touch charming
Love that orange and funky Brett profile B and L just mushing tips, that monoculture foreskin just embracing that oak seamlessly. The substantial wheat profile expands with a frothy carb and straps on a chinDo and starts going to town with this Riesling dryness no lube.
This is exceptional and tossing up them four €€€€ euro yelp signs, Oregon seceded.
LOL you ever see one of those divorcee Chablis dens with low amber lighting try and peddle Chimay? That puppy mill titty marketing. No it’s cool sure $9.00 for a pour of double jack? LOVING THIS CRAFT MOVEMENT
They have their hits and this is a straight miss. You can whip this DuPont sidecar up to a homie who has no saison sensibilities and will still accept a lap dance from an adjunct farmhouse but for the rest of us in that deep game, monoculture and sick pump brett L swole, this isn’t even glutamine.
You get a bready expansive carb that is nice, creamy even, the taste is like mandarin or a strange challah bread except dunked in a clove and all spice solution. The nimble aspects are fucked by the heavy handed acidity and the hefty traditional wallonia aspects are a fatty execution screaming for trimmings.
They do good things but this is not Night Shift’s home run. You don’t give a fuck
Wish I bought this sick Reuben at the van nuys court house
Tasty beer , juicy tannic prune and plum juiciness that comes across almost like a blackberry with gentle acidity and a nice musk like freshly ripped up carpeting. Love the silky creamy carb that is structured around a balanced acidity. Rub those plums on your gums and cyber that tinder hard.
No objections here
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