Oh Pacific Northwest, home of perpetual rainfall, grunge music, generous traders, and artisan everything, where would the beer world be without you? This brewery, Propolis Brewing, might be the most PnW thing to ever happen to the alegame. Don’t believe me? Go take a look at their fucking webpage:
It is like everyone else in the brewing world has been working with stone tools and these homies rolled back from the Mojoverse with all kinds of bizarro fermentation technology from their dystopian herb-based future. My body is ready for the timelines to merge. Anyway, since no one else is going hard in that gruit game without making Guardians of the Galaxy references, DDB might as well cover this breaking news. Roll up the herbs for today’s review, ales about to get blunted
Barrel aged gruit, 7.5% abv
Washington, Unshaven Armpitsburg
Before I go on, I have to mention, these guys have a reserve society. I am not shitting you up the dick. If you want to go on an LSD tier communion with a conical fermenter on a monthly basis, peep this out:
Read those descriptions, it is like someone weaponized a Bed Bath and Beyond. Alright let’s get to this shit already
A: You get deep mahogany and full burnt amber tones, ample carbonation, spotty lacing that clings and lingers with the tiniest of bubbles. Instead of that solid Seahawk run game, this opts for slant passes on the carb and gets laced up with nucleation on the glass. It is a questionable call, but I embrace it lovingly.
S: The nose smells like the room of someone who listens to Tori Amos and owns several decks of tarot cards. It is herbacious, incense, clove, myrhh, sage, and a hint of mint. The petrulli oil notes come through like this beer was made for burning man and I feel like less of a man for not wearing abalone jewelry while drinking this.
T: The taste has a touch of burnt honey sweetness at the outset that gives weigh to a woodruff syrup and anise aspect that is altogether unlike anything else you may have tried, ever. Unless you are some serious gruit master, this is completely novel all around and presents a sort of rye bread, pumpernickel, a tartness like red grape that lingers like the sustain of a Mars Volta SG. You might not be able to fully appreciate this beer unless you do home composting and own multiple hackeysacks. You are just a part of their top fermenting system man, I wouldn’t expect you to get it.
M: This is dry and herbal through and through, it finishes with a sort of pine aspect that is not hops and falls closer to the spruce tips realm. Again, the tartness really brings this together and despite it being really difficult to classify I was easily able to take down the entire 750ml and their contributions are not only valuable but easily worth their price point. Even if you don’t attend weekly drum circle meetings or own a dreamcatcher, you will still enjoy this complex and nuanced beer. The carb is silky and crackles with life, fully masking the abv perfectly. It is a true gem and easily the best in style that I have ever had. We are talking like the best of the 9 gruits I have ever tried. THINK ABOUT THAT.
D: This is highly drinkable yet at the same time worthy of reflection. It is kinda like how you can put on Buffalo Springfield in seclusion and no one judges you but if you try to put it on with anyone else around, suddenly you are a scrotum gargling indulgent asshole. You can enjoy this secretly, but if you take this to a share with 2k13 tickers who love slamming adjunct stout variants, zero fucks will be given about this exceptional, balanced gem. It will be our dirty herbal secret.
It would be easy as two smiling labias to write a narrative about this, but I shot my hippie load and used all the imagery above. Sorry. I still luv u bae.
Review dedicated to [REDACTED PHISH FAN], 1984 – 2016 RIP