Everyone pines over Clos Preal batch 1. I mean everyone who cares about this shit, so, like 29 people. The gold foil follow up was like the menthol mushroom sidekick to the incredible first iteration that was the black foil. While batch one of Clos Preal was kinda like the precursor to Extra Sour b1, this is more like a funk Laden Imperial version of Hiver. ICED HIVER. If you didn’t appreciate that spruce and rosemary before, well prepare to take on the 10% double donger, now with six vibrating functions.

It is serviceable and original, but the problem is most entry level saison assholes will point to something like this, a novel riff on farmhouse spiced culture from the past, and pop off with “see that’s what’s wrong with Saisons, I just can’t get into them, see it’s them spices, pass the Hopslam, now there’s a refreshing 10% beer for me.”

And that’s fine. The game isn’t big enough to accommodate more saison fiends anyway. I would just urge someone to ruminate on it a bit more and focus on the dry, herbal swallow that can have a soothing eucalyptus aspect to if you give it the time of day.

This beer has so much love to give. I don’t think I have ever seen one of these either ISO or FT, so many close minded stout chasers out there.

After a long respite, Dany finally rebrewed this classic that all those ghost puds have been fermenting over. This is in the same “table beer” lineage as Darl White and touts a swift 4.5% abv like a sharp dagger. The water profile has a sharp mineral character to it and zambonies the stage for all of the tropical fruits and Sunny D aspects that the Wheaty mouthfeel provides.

This is an understated but never muted gem that wants to be inside of you. Embrace the possession. Let the ghost in.

This is one of those obscure undocumented ghosts lost to the sands of TOME. It was paper thin, oxidized, one dimensional, floral, a touch of sweetness and a cardboard honey aspect that finishes with an herbal watery closer.

Other that weird ghost fetishists, I can’t honestly recommend this obscure shit to any other homies unless you honestly get tumescent over odd Belgian gems from the mausoleum.

I am about to shit a crypt after today.

God damn this ghost just jumps onto the scene straight out of those Gin Blossoms days full of a floral tip. This exhibits that Brett c and Brett L profile with a magnificent old rug and grapefruit aspect that is limitlessly refreshing. It can easily go toe to toe with vintage lambics if cellared properly and an intense depth and complexity that goes well beyond the gentle oxy profile to a microflora aspect that spent over two decades maturing in a green glass prison, getting tart and converting to Islam.

I don’t want people to seek these out, so leave them alone. If a 2013 asshole asks you about them, perpetuate the latex rumor and tell them to suck a set of labias.

Still can’t determine if Cory King is Heisenberg

Or Jesse Pinkman

Or Gail.

Holy tasty vintage exploration. Sure this has a musky 21 year old saison magic to it, but this delivers on a whole new stone fruit aspect like peach cobbler and lightly tart apricot HJs. The nose is a waft of old yearbooks and orchards after harvest. The taste is bready and tart like peach home run pies left in a warm vaginal panini oven.

So should you seek out this beer you have never heard of, not listed in rate beer or beer advocate and lost to the saison grains of time? Sure. I am not here to tell you how to live your life.

I can guarantee you won’t taste anything else similar to this at a pop up truck sale in Vermont. So there’s that.

Strap in for a caramel oxy apple adventure. The spice is muted but the funk and musk have taken over in an aggressive way. You build those aged beer calluses and leverage those experiences. This is still a tasty beer, despite the age, you get a fun old record store aspect with some dust and apples.

There is no replacement for age and these beer cascade gracefully into either shallow warm pools or jagged diacetyl rocks. This is th former.

A bourbon and red wine barrel aged Belgian dark ale? TALK ABOUT A CROWDED GENRE. So I was wondering if this would be a de facto barleywine, or end up being a riff on some Still Nachte riserva, anxiously waiting for a track to explode on.

The nose is slightly port sherry, red wine tannins akin to a Pinot noir, slight jammy blackberry and the slightest caramel bourbon wafts. It is decidedly more red wine than bourbon, but the estery base beer serves the grape profile better anyway.

The taste is sweet and exhibits a slightly dry oaky finish, there’s a preserve and jelly boysenberry aspect that melds pretty well with the toasted caramel and pumpernickel bready aspects. It leans almost closer to a Belgian Barleywine and serves as a aeolian riff on a familiar malty scale you’ve ran your finger across many times before, with some jazzy minors.

Should you seek it out? I honestly don’t see this getting crushed out of the park on trade values and it’s a novel take that you likely haven’t tried a zillion times before. I dig it, a solid Goosey offering from those boys in the murder capital where they murder for capital.

Ultra rar one off. Nvr maed again.

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It’s not as complex as the EC21, but it doesn’t really need to be, just light heat and some peanut brittle and the shit is over. Pretty legit for the money but I would still reach for Angels Envy Rye, a totally different spirit but

I also have no idea WTf I am talking about.