Man when New Glarus hits on their fruited releases, shit is pure uncut. But when things toe that saccharine line the pithy goodness goes off the rails.
This is a hybrid of both the needlessly sweet fruit beers and a needlessly acetic closer for a beer that is so simple in execution. I love how people lose their shit when the Bruery or Allagash releases some red wine vinegar shit, but when Wisconsin or Three Floyd’s does it, oh nooooo it’s just a different strain of Brett you haven’t tried yet.
This isn’t bad, but it isn’t exceptional contrasted to their canon of normal fruited sours. It has a waft of red jolly ranchers and life savers. It is sticky and acidic on the nose, I don’t get cranberry so much as I do fruit by the foot and squeezits.
The taste has a manner of Rodenbach acetic elements ratcheted up and then it attempts to balance it out with a sticky fruit profile that is wholly unlike the real fruited cranberries if you have ever tasted that hateful fruit. Go look at an Ocean Spray bottle they need to put 40g of sugar into that face melted to make it palatable, this is no different. It reminds me of a more acidic Belgian Red but is like the Billy Baldwin contrasted to the immense beauty that is Alec VSB or Stephen Wild Peach.
HAVE YOU EVEN SEEN SLIVER.
It’s neither as good nor as bad as you expect.