What else can I honestly say about this phenomenally light crisp Anjou pear that hasn’t been said before? Fucking nothing.
Flora is exceptional, but the degree to which people overlook this beer is borderline criminal in jurisdictions outside of Vermont. Usually at this point I suggest more accessible analogues and I had a few Stillwater bangers lined up, or equally difficult to obtain Sara beers, but it is just outrageously tasty, in the classic sense, causing outrage. The platonic form of beauty is “harmony is all things” and this has got my arête at full pump.
Don’t stop get it get it.