Which is to say, this is a phenomenal often overlooked beer that sits on shelves longingly with doe eyes like a resident in a no kill shelter

Oh dry hopped saison, WHO SAVED WHO?

I like to party fuckin hard, I like my Tired Hands the same. Well this delivers on both barrels, fully cocked with that dark sour buckshot right to your chest.

The pour looks like a porter had fertility issues and impregnated a brown ale en vitro and this loving mahogany red baby came out of the surrogate womb. The carb his a nice khaki cling to it and it exhibits a garnet at the edges that looks like Nana’s broach.

The smell is a waft of almond and cherries, cracked walnuts and a touch of acetic like fresh rodenbachs. It is drying and reminds me of a bag of trail mix with them ultra luxury dried currant additions. Str8 whole foods tier sustenance for the Hybrid panamera ballers.

The taste is again, mildly acetic at the outset and feels like a Flanders red got deep squat instructions from an oud bruin. There is maraschino, raspberry skin, cocoa powder, bran muffin meal, Cabernet oakiness and a lingering dry finish to it that sets up along the gum line like 13 Hispanic girls waiting to see Ariana Grande. That taste is gonna be there as long as it takes.

At low temps I felt this wasn’t exceedingly drinkable like a heftier oud tart, but as it warmed the darker malts led a loving hand to the acidity and guided it into the moving train car. Their bodies rocking in metronomic parity for the transsiberian journey they both would endure, malt and yeast touching hips, their hems in a communion of desire. AND THEN SOMEONE GOT THEY DICK SUCK.

This is tasty but not quite on par with the exemplary So it Goes, but, such is life on Tralfamador. OH SHIT APROPOS REFERENCE WE ALL TOOK ENGLISH 10 amirite?

I still want it tho.

Let’s get one thing straight at first stroke , side project blanc du blancs was god damn amazing. So naturally I see this and I gets to thinking “awesome bigger format, surely this will be on par with-nonononono”

I don’t mean to say that this beer is bad or even mediocre. It is tasty enough, sure. But it feels like when Mitsubishi releases an Evo with a rev limiter and lower boost and tries to make you feel like it’s some new cool shit. I feel like they are holding back their star punch,

The look is pretty appealing, apricot juice, like a blonde with lower carb or a tripel with more foam ( ie some,) The nose is sadly the worst part of this beer and exhibits a sweet candy corn and circus peanuts aspect that makes you think that the white wine and oak is taking a back seat like an aristocrat in an 18th century surrey.

Thankfully, the taste is so damn good you don’t even remember old Granny Smith apples and sav blanc on the olfactory. The taste shines like poised temptation but adds a layer of pineapple and less of the wine barrel presence of white wine oak. The base beer has been completely overtaken by the drying Sahara vagina that is the mouthfeel. It is tart and crisp and will set an Outlook reminder for you to eat the inside of your cheeks. This bad bitch is as dry as Melissa Ethridge watching Meet Joe Black.

If you can’t afford the luxurious ass blanc du blancs and you need a close approximation, there’s this. It’s still nice, but when you roll up in that v6 mustang, people nod knowingly and compliment the automatic transmission.

They are capable of more face melting and side project knows it.

Good but swinging only jabs when perennial has lactic hay makers at bay.

How am I gonna put out that Urban Outfitters paperback if you patrons keep making me look unprofessional, come on.

I know I already have talked about this beer ad infinitum but damn it is so crushable.

If not for these…$47 growlers (?) I would be jocking on they bitch ass. If a ticker get to fighting I be cocking on they bitch ass.

Inb4 witless Chinese donut shop apologist.

But on the real, it’s an absolute shame they didn’t bottle this because it grinds sick caramel rails, fakie no look toffee bar backside flip, and darkslides into this mind blowing almond joy finish.

If you like twisted glaze bars, btac bourbon, and having cyber sex: you will like this beer. It leaves you lingering on each incoming sensation, full sticky completion.

Or just thumbing through the Crate and Barrel catalog and just nesting.

OH SHIT Breaking trade news from, oh I dunno, THIS GUY:

Black Tuesday is that day where all the 2013 trade experts take a break from offering up off-shelf beers for Black Tuesday and instead ask for someone to proxy for them for free.

It’s magical, like the changing of the leaves, or when a Filipino child first discovers smoking.

Go to the trade boards and drink in the majesty that is seeing that guy who previously was telling you the value of beers he has never owned or tasted, now needing an immediate favor.