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@crookedstave Raspberry Origins, raspberry super soldier a product of the Weapon X project in the hills of Colorado.

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This is a slightly acetic super Flanders with adamantium berry tendrils that has super healing properties. It’s a touch too acidic for my tastes and could use some balanced sweetness to the phX profile. It’s not that it’s dark, it’s just too unbalanced and the fruit gets overshadowed by some gum shuddering dryness.

As it warms it improves but the drinkability suffers throughout and the whole thing feels demonstrative over and above a solid go to sour which demonstrates poise like some of the Rare Barrel offerings or Wanderer.

It is far from a bad beer, but you’ll def want to share this 375. It’s an ambitious undertaking.

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Super alpha to the max

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@crookedstave L’Brett D’Or grand cru, hitting that crushable apricot and tangerine limit break, Brett omnislash engaged.

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God damn talk about getting serious depth out of that Brett L and Brett B intersection, this beer is like the crossing guard of that thoroughfare. Imagine squirt, with a lightly oxidized papery musk like wet break dancer cardboard and tropical notes that make starburst seem restrained in execution. It has a relatively still carb that crackles with life like pineapple pop rocks on the gum line.

Is this the most complex crooked stave offering to date? Perhaps not but god damn is it refreshing and endlessly drinkable. You would be doing yourself a disservice of you didn’t push your tip in this wanting stone fruit bunghole.

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Put that fruit up in my mouth.

Yes I get this isn’t fruited. FUCK.

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@cellarmakerbeer CELLARMAKER Jezebel is like smashing someone to your own single: gauche, yeasty, and strangely fulfilling.

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Alright the premiere bottling run from Connor Casey and those SF farmhouse boyz is upon us. All the factors of whaledome seem present: low bottle counts, barrel aged, saison, brewery with high pedigree, but does this minx deliver?

Yes and no. This is distinctively CELLARMAKER with the funk and gristy rye mouthfeel, like the Jean brolliet IV set of the west, all hands are tired in parity. The carb is spot on, mouthfeel is dry and a touch like bubblegum chalkiness not exceedingly acidic in execution. The nose is the best part, straight tangerine and clementines with a Brett musk like hot attic. The real strange element that will polarize is the taste itself. If you loveeeee yeasty chewy Saisons with a residual unfermented protein character, you will dig this. It’s like the American d’erpeteau with a funky banana and clove meets grapefruit closer. If you don’t like that weird hybrid, you will probably complain and we will all have to hear about how you love ultra acidic Saisons LIKE THEY SHOULD BE. And all that shit.

This flew under the radar and it’s a shame, a novel offering in the land of wild ales posing as Saisons. Noteworthy and worthy of your tongue time.

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Fully turnt.

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@3floyds Chevalier Bertrand du quesclin, probably FFF’s best wild ale endeavor to date. Whatever that means.

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Them Floyd boys have an unapproachable reputation when it comes to hoppy and stouty offerings, but their saison and wild ale game leaves much to be desired; to say the least. Out of the gates I was praying for something above the usually acetone aqua net extravaganza that was battle priest/bully guppy/biggstache/take your pick. They delivered on this head and shoulders above their usual acidic face plants but that’s kinda like praising Smashmouth for releasing an album you don’t immediately run over with a ride on mower. It’s unquestionably better than all previous offerings, which is to say it took a blueberry medal in the wild ale special Olympics.

Relative to the whole blue bal spectrum this is a ho hum, pretty okay offering that ranks amongst Cascade and Upland for one dimensional, berry nosed bangers. It is by no means bad, but it puts its dick in a pencil sharpener when placed against flora blueberry or Lucy Blue. Nose is captain crunch berries and light tannic yogurt, and is honestly my favorite part. It smells great and doesn’t come across as cloying or artificial.

The taste is essentially the Michael Bay of the American lambic world, heightened one dimensional acidity with some sweet closers as an afterthought. I would say it falls just short of a pretty decent blueberry wild ale like beauregarde but honestly isn’t anything you should finger your butthole over. Unless you are into that, then get those berries blasting.

This will likely pad out plenty of dipshits’ “OMG BLUEBARRY TASTING EVENT 23 BEERS AND 41 DUDES” photo albums. It will fall in the dead middle and the yawns will resound through Indiana basements.

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I can only serve up so many tired twigs and berries euphemisms, here’s a pic of Donald’s dick.

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@societebrewing Societe is smattering in that farmhouse game. Musky and complex like the Lost and found bin at Charlotte Russe

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Whenever a brewery serves up their first saison, it’s usually some boring mid 90s affair with a Westmalle strain or some reverse engineered golden strain because, WHO CAN EVEN TELL RIGHT? Instead of boring banana and clove NyQuil coma fest, this comes out the gates swinging like Mayweather, except this beer is better at reading.

You get the characteristic ultra clean profile and dialed in water profile/ mouthfeel from the other Societe offerings and that hardastwobloods gypsum water. But more importantly you get 4realz depth to the nose that just exudes Anjou pear, jazz apple, lemongrass and jamba juice foyer. The taste is more clean and faint citrus in execution and favors a chewy grist to an acid bomb like some American saison purveyors these days coughSideprojecough. If a sessionable farmhouse was the aim, this delivers hard and abv masks better than a size 18 internet catfish.

It forgoes the ultra hoppy and dry profile of society’s IPA offerings and instead opts for more casual strolls at the roller rink, nothing too overtly demonstrative, but you can still get abducted pretty easily.

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What the fuck are some of these other breweries doing with their farmhouse programs?

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TIMEOUT.com tackles sexist beer labels, srs untread ground, Pulitzer prizes on deck

Yesterday, TIME OUT CHICAGO, decided to broach the scathing hot button issue of breweries using sexist and insensitive labels to market their products. The same parade of miscreants and offenders reads like a “Who’s Who of Tired Beer Topics.” Shockingly we were not treated to the traditional sidebar discussion of “SEXUAL CHOCOLATE RACIST AND SEXIST LABELS EXISTING CONCURRENTLY.” Notwithstanding, let’s take another dip into this tired topic and try to approach it with a touch more bedside manner than DING previously effected.

HERE WE GO: HEY NOW TIME OUT CHICAGO TIME TO ADDRESS THIS OLD CHESTNUT ONCE AGAIN

First and foremost, these labels are dumb, misogynistic, myopic, and above all, shitty. I don’t think anyone is disputing that point. It hardly bears noting they alienate the female consumer base, degrade the branding of their product, and make those crack marketing teams look wildly out of comport with modern standards of what is generally deemed socially acceptable. No shit, everyone gets that. Even the average male consumer doesn’t look at a silhouette of a woman in a sexually objectifying position and go “YES FINALLY SOME SUGAR WATER THAT ADDRESSES MY CONCERNS.” It is hilarious to hold the average brewery, composed of industrial equipment and a staff composed of a majority of men stirring hot grain, to the utmost sensitivity standard.

Their marketing serves to alienate the people it offends and their loss of revenue is their reward for their antiquated appeals to prurient interests. If they want to excel in providing cutting edge juvenile content, use sexual puns, and exclude themselves from potential consumers for the sheer love of 7th grade fascinations, it is well within their First Amendment rights to do so, but no one has to buy that stupid shit.

Furthermore, most of the breweries that engage in this activity, an exceedingly small margin of an already exceedingly tiny slice of beer culture, know that they are servicing a predominately male craft beer segment. If they want to perform that Bentham ethical calculus to look like shitlords to sell a few more cases to some foreveralones, let’s just chalk that up to an innovative cringeworthy marketing campaign.

Every time that another site posits the same tired lambasting of this issue, Clown Shoes, et al, receive the free marketing and shock appeal that they were seeking in the first place. It’s like a second grader yelling “COOOOTERRRR” in class, if you constantly acknowledge the malfeasance, you reward the lowbrow pandering.

In actuality, this marketing is no less offensive than intensely-tested McDonalds marketing that blatantly exploits urban and minority consumers, or Yoplait constantly making fathers look like complete dipshits who cant even locate yogurt in a fridge, or Viacom constantly pushing facewash products to insecure teenagers. These are all shitty companies, breweries and just a little most hamfisted and less transparent about it.

While we are on the topic of sexist beverages, let’s get the tricornered hat and bell out and address the same tired ass arguments against wineries that market almost elusively to women in a pandering and culturally insensitive way, albeit using the other side of the gender insensitivity coin. Most of these wineries directly target women and offend their sensibilities with trite depictions of what female culture is composed of, reducing their labels to trite gender blackface that not only serves to completely alienate male consumers, but more importantly, are wildly reductionist and potentially offensive to female consumers. Let’s take a look at some gems:

Middle Sister

Middle Sister Drama Queen, because portraying women as petty theatrical people surely will move units

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BE FLIRTY, just get out there, grip that pink moscato and vie for some affection, YOU GO GIRL

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CUPCAKE vineyards, splurge, you’re so bad!

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GOLD DIGGER WINE, look at that label, get that money. Surely they intended to imply an inspiring/lucrative career in fracking and metallurgy.

Let’s not forget ultra-inspiring wine companies like:

MOMMY JUICE WINES

MOMMY’S TIME OUT WINES

and my personal favorite:

MAD HOUSEWIFE WINES

Now none of these wineries are reducing men to physical objects, or making outright cock puns, but they don’t need to: the issue cuts in both directions and is offensive to both sexes. Bad marketing from others doesn’t serve to make stupid beer labels any less juvenile or offensive, but it serves as an example of how manipulative garbage corporations can be. At the end of the day, the issue reduces to shitty marketing that you don’t need to support. Furthermore, successful businesses shouldn’t need to embrace this incendiary content to get your hard-earned Golden Corral paychecks in the first place.

TL:DR there is a lot of shitty marketing, some breweries are just worse at it, you don’t have to buy any of their garbage.