Yesterday we had a stirring discussion about diminishing returns and the comparative enjoyment gleaned from intensely sought out offerings relative to the old workhorses sitting on shelves. Kbbs got them tickers all half mast, vas deferens ready at the helm.

Today’s offering is a magnificent example of an accessible and delicious panacea to the ails of seeking out top shelf “luxury tier” stouts.

That’s not to say that Oddside is in some way a Shasta brewery purveying trifling wares, all of this is presented relative to the 6:1 trades we see for the likes of DB Huna and that progeny.

This is simply a very tasty riff on the same adjunct heavy stout game that everyone seems to want a part of. Adding chilis, vanilla beans, coffee and cocoa nibs to stouts is like standup comedy in the early 90s everyone wants a piece and the boom will last forever: OR WILL IT?

The look of this beer is clean and slim on the pour like Exxon Valdez Alaskan nightmares. It doesn’t maintain the heft and sheeting of say DBH or the ba mexy set but still holds it’s own with beautiful carbonation and spotty cling like ornate mahogany dresses at Forever XXI.

The nose is sweeter than standard offerings in this realm, more cinnamon and Hershey bar than barrel and chili, but variety is the spice of life and this is never cloying thanks to that Central waters-esque clean thin profile that closes the waft abruptly, it doesn’t linger like that one dude you just boned who wants to get brunch the next morning. You got shit to do.

The taste is the paradigm of balance and executes like Mega Man in marvel versus capcom, no cheap takedowns or ranged attacks here. It is big enough to fulfill it’s goals but not flabby or under attenuated like let’s say, several, Cigar city bottles. The taste exhibits the habanero on the back end and rolls prickly like a chocolate anesthetic. There is an overarching sweetness to this that might be off putting to some, but for the money and relative ease in acquisition you simply can’t fault this beer given how many things it is doing so well, particularly with that svelte mouthfeel that is the Paul Pierce to these Lebron palates.

So, unless you 1) have a shitty beer blog or 2) predicate yourself esteem upon opening rare bottles with other sweaty mouth breathers, there is no real compelling reason to constantly scramble after 1%er ticks when there almost certainly exists a comparable analogue most of the time. This is doubly true of most trades in the whiskey game as well. I know this because I tried pvw23 and am therefore now an instant authority in these matters. Whiskeronees abound.

In the end the result is the same, you are up at 2am watching 30 for 30 pushing lean pockets into your gaping rapacious maw. But it’s healthy bc LEAN bruh. This beer game is apeshit.

The pic is down here because it looks like shit. Bringing out of distro beers into the bar, ZFG rulebreaker, 30 rounds in the magazine.