Strawberry is a tough berry to wrangle, curious to see how this b2 came out.

I’m sure we will be treated to a second runnings table beer version of this in a 750ml shortly cum de Vie en Rose/Dertirvoirorie

Adam from the wood 1 liter, xx/50 made.

I used up all my “from the wood” puns in my Old blowhard review earlier today.

Can only roll out so many dick euphemisms in a single day.

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Well not for that at least.

If you haven’t tossed old DDB a Like on the tome of countenances, the supple pages are vying for your tender caress.

Twenty six god damn years in the barrel. That’s longer than most of these new Dark lord drinking tickers have been alive. So is the extra time from the wood an improvement over Orphan Barterhouse? The answer is a resounding negative.

At $150 retail this not only costs twice as much as it’s Bernheim brethren but it is also markedly worse. Let me clarify, if you absolutely love over oaked, solventy soapy wood: then you will find this to be a vast improvement. The nose on it was a touch of varnish and wafty cabinet treatment. I let it burn off for a few minutes and dove back in and the subtle or the understated notes from it’s Orphan cousin are long gone and what’s left is the deck of a well worn galleon, one that spent far too much time at sea.

The taste is black pepper, some pine, and a resonant oak bomb like 9th grade shop class. All the fun caramel and dark fruit is gone and we are left with this dystopian arbor day where plants rule the earth. I mean, get a $25+ pour at a bar if you want the experience, but a whole 750ml of this might be a bit much unless you have a logging buddy or want to get forestry-service-person wasted.

Perhaps mouths that crave the wood in their face hole will foster a better appreciation for this mistreatment, I will just remain content with my bountiful supply of transparent erection entendres.

Decided to really ball the fuck out and open up an extravagant ass $2.80 bottle of beer, it’s not every day you find out Murder She Wrote is on netflix

Who live like this?

I can see why assholes buy all this up, I can’t see why they buy it only to trade it away. It hits the sweet spot between refined fusel notes, sweetness, a smattering of lemon pledge and a delicious creme brûlée finish.

I say hot damn. Constantly chasing that whiskey d.

Packing heaters.

That header isn’t to say this beer it isn’t good, it’s really juicy and separate and better than the sum of it’s parts, it’s just each component is damn good in itself.

In collaboration with Mr.B’s for their 5th Anniversary: The beer was barrel-aged in Tablas Creek Winery Rhone white-wine barrels that were freshly drained then immediately shipped to Crooked Stave. The beer is a blend of roughly 75% L’Brett d’Or, 20% Surette, and 5% Vieille, dry-hopped with Motueka hops from New Zealand and zested with kumquat zest & tangerine zest.

The real difference here is the huge tropical profile and starburst acidity that reminds me a lot of the fantastic Zeke’s Surette but a touch more subterfuge and white wine for the post menopausal palate.

It is bone dry and communications major thin in body. You can drill this like the technodrome and the dry hopping doesn’t slow anything down with alpha aspects.

Very tasty stuff but don’t go contracting Ebola givin mountain high HJs behind the REI to land this treat.

Getting real sick of all these tasty beers Crooked Stave, keep it up god damn it.

Buzzword came through with a sick donation box in the clutch.

Whenever the planeteers would get into some deep shit, they never just called Captain Planet at the outset. They would always dick around saving the environment and then Meg Ryan would up the stakes and tell kids not to recycle until finally, 18 minutes later, Captain Planet would start stretching out buttholes gratis.

Point being, most pumpkin beers are like the inept flaccid HEART ring that the little Honduran kid carried. I usually am like, the fuck is the point of this, leave well enough alone. Other times it has a nutmeg vial of ky and allspice to lube things up. Point is, no one wants to get the gourds swollen. Not pumking, not good gourd, not any autumnal offering turns the heads of 90% of tickers deep in the game. They are a novelty you suffer through and listen to casual beta co workers ask you about in between invitations to go drink fucking MARZENS. The month of October is a beer nerd’s nightmare.

Until now.

This is still pumpkin, sure. But short of 2009 ba autumn maple or barrel aged treat, nothing approaches this. The pour looks problematic at first, a thin slim and trim barleywine splashing in the kiddie pool in a size 0 copper unitard. I want my lane Bryant barleywines doing deep cannonballs tearing shit up. This is a svelte amber work of thin foam and intense clear legs on the glass flexing hard like that 5’3 power lifter who loves to give unsolicited fitness advice.

The nose offers layers of completxity you peel back like a grands biscuit. There’s so many god damn things going on here I need a trapper keeper to sort them out. At the outset it is a churro cinnamon and vanilla and I sigh and anticipate the funky Buddha punch in the belly that is coming. Thankfully they get that shit sorted out with a toasted pumpkin seed and huge oaky hammer strike like intensely over oaked bourbon in the folder of old foghorn. It’s more barleywine than pumpkin in the nose but here we go.

The taste has that pumpkin tiger trap with jackolantern barbs at the bottom. This is a tiny dancer in the barleywine realm on par with central waters but exhibits a massive barrel character and roasty pumpkin pith. The finish is long and roasty, never sweet, a toasty walnut and an almond roca finish.

This fails to deliver a massive pumpkin profile in lieu of, get this, actually being a delicious barleywine. I know it will be hard to accept.

Voodoo continues to impress, even when I expect things to not hit the mark. It’s like if Nissan told me they were making a turbo awd manual version of the Juke, i would be like, oh god damn it, what a waste. And then it is bad ass and you go, well fuck, cool then I guess?

Look what I bought myself off of eBay. The fuck is wrong with me.

Two new ticks at the same damn time. Both of these low bottle count bangers been putting up those Asian GPAs; With good reason, their barrel program made k13, that shit could not be reasoned with.

Stoked to try these BALs, gonna get eBAL-a 4 sho.