Highly attenuated with a slick clean mouthfeel, the roast and chocolate malt is buttressed by a lingering touch of acidity. It’s just a good, simple ass porter.

Here’s the way I see shit:

Zombie dust > light speed > pseudo sue > space station middle finger

And hoppy birthday lording the fuck out of all of them.

Edit: haven’t ticked permanent funeral, god zero credibility.

Lerning how to make improve the American lambics

Fifteen in the clip and one in the hole, DDB about to make some bottles turn cold

But for reals, that Leidel’s cider is the best cider I have ever had in my life. It is better than many many beers I have tried and leans closer to an American wild out of the crooked stave play book with it’s intense amazing musky Brett nose redolent with leather, rug, earthy wet leaves and a tannic apple skin like a fine Riesling meets Fuji apple goodness.

It is exceedingly clean and finishes crisp without a cloying sticky sweet aspect, it is a cider I don’t need to share and is limitlessly crushable. I shared this with a couple guys who can’t stand sticky sweet cider and it was unanimously the best bottle we opened last night. This isn’t those reluctant “alright I’ll try this new saccharine mead I guess” type of extra, this is something you independently seek out and build a trade around. It is completely unlike any other cider I have had and creates an entirely new market and genre for those who may be prejudiced against those sorority sweet crispin offerings

Seek this out seriously.

Oh yeah and fuck Redd’s. Martinellis mixed with popov. Horrible.

As if the naming wasn’t unfortunate enough to overshadow this substandard rodenbach clone, the taste will handle that for you quickly enough. It isn’t exceptionally sour, you don’t really get that awesome cherry and Flanders aspect to it, but wait, what you get in return is the finest Indiana pond water this side of the Dow chemical plant.

It is intensely thin with no heft or acidity to the mouthfeel and falls closer in execution to a straight red ale and has no redeeming complexity beyond the simplicity of the drinkability. There is an overwhelming diacetyl aspect that lingers like land o lakes butter and apple jolly ranchers. In lieu of acidic dryness this has a faint greasiness to the closer that is off putting and only gets worse as it warms.

I don’t know who this beer is for, I guess you can’t make incredible sour beers if your stout and hoppy game is on point. It is a rule or something.

This beer is strange and disturbing

Supplementing knowledges

Here’s the link:

dont be mean ok

Jabaay sends me this shit just expecting me to insert it in my body. Just assuming.

This is an open letter to shitty 2013 tickers who want a lactic wild ale from every saison: finger your cock and leave the hobby.

I can’t reconcile the ratings with how unique and delicious this beer is. The nose is like a pier one imports that two co workers just had dry sex in : salty, cardamom, jasmine, a floral sea salt and lemon Yankee Doodle candle. It smells amazing like an erotic water park adventure and sublimates into a banana and clove more in line with traditional fantome offerings.

The taste has a orange Julius creamy profile that finishes dry with a touch of early grey. It is wildly earthy and presents a composting wet leaf synergy with truffle/soil that adds a complexity unfound in most modest saison offerings.

This is akin to The HF and Blaugies collab and serves as a bridge between old and new farmhouse culture.

VERRRRNNNNNN