My baby palate is not qualified to address a bourbon of this quality. It is like angels envy with a cinnamon and a wafty caramel like creme brûlée crust.

Srs tho you can’t trust my opinions outside of beer

You can’t trust them within beer either

This is exceedingly tasty, not overly sweet, not overtly smoky, makes the Campfire stout from high water look like a KIA to this Infiniti level shit.

It is attenuated down to a manageable level with a clean slick mouthfeel that resonates with a toastiness, them Grammy grams provide a grittiness to the mouthfeel and a touch of breadiness.

This begs for a rum or cognac treatment, the mallowfoam notes need to be ratcheted back with some barrel. Plus this brewer probably hates DDB so there’s also that.

This beer is the closest approximation to Ann’s perfect Carbonation. If nothing else this gentle crackle of those microbead Dove bubbles just send wafts of apricot and peach rings, French oak, peach jolly ranchers, and Riesling grapes. I came into this with Vermontoise expectations and holy fuck this is way, way beyond that. This is better than E and just a step below art and Ann. Intensely drinkable, huge citrus flavor profile and wait for this: AN AMERICAN SAISON THAT ISNT JUST LACTIC SINGLE CULTURE ACIDITY. There is legit musk and leather like a Jansport left in the rain.

There is a lime finish that is dry and lingers like vintage Mid 2000s Printemps. It is absolutely phenomenal and without a direct analog of recent memory. This synthesis of Belgian musk and complexity with the brightness of American execution is what Vermontoise should have been, a flawless dance across the Atlantic.

As a final note, the unfermentable tannins from the buckwheat contributes a protein creaminess with that soapy carb that slays. If you blended saison d’erpeteau with art, you would have an inferior version of this excellent farmhouse ale.

I shouldn’t have to write you a narrative to summarize the foregoing. Do what you know you need to do. Don’t miss this shit. If you do I will ravage all that come across my grasp.

Also don’t tell anyone about this. Pls. Srs.

Ah yes.

Just like the farm hands of northern France, this Biere de Garde was made right near the coastal beaches of the Pacific Ocean. The field workers would harvest in the morning and grind on sick halibut tacos by the pier after their toil in the rolling verdant hillsides.

To maintain authenticity to style they have used a lager yeast and fermented high, as is appropriate for lager yeast.

IT IS LIKE I AM ACTUALLY THERE IN NORTHERN FRANCE. I won’t even make any D-Day parallels, because ddb keeps it classy.

Ddb may crack grins, but I got you feeling like you sippin in a Maibock Benz.

This is a clean tasty and refreshing example of what is essentially a shitty boring, burnt caramel, and pennies dipped in honey, style. It’s like building the ultimate iteration of the Pontiac Aztek. It will be shitty no matter how competent the creator is.

If you were running low on dark sours RB is about to make you tuck your whole summer in

I wish this were fake.

Trading these days is srs bzness

Awesome crushable pale ale

Largely drinkable and only the faintest touch of resinous hops. Exceedingly clean and pleasant honey finish. Hot shit

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