You have got to be shitting me up the dick. Every time I make a joke about something in the beer community these days, three months later the jokes become my Kafkaesque reality. I quipped about a session imperial stout, and an Arizona brewery made that shit. Then over hopped pales marketed as session ipas. Now this shit, an ipa marketed as a double session ipa.
The only logical extension of this is a session eisbock that is just a lager that hasn’t been ice distilled. Or an imperial table beer that is just a regular ass saison, or a quad berliner that is just a soured witbier.
Or a session lambic that is just a second runnings Timmerman’s. Or an imperial cream ale with coffee and- wait fuck, someone did that one.
Imperial hat beer served in an actual hat.
How about a session Biere de Garde that’s just an oversparged altbier. Who gives a fuck at a certain point. How about quads that are only served in jereboams and it is one part Rochefort and 5 parts Smart Water.
What if a brewery just boils the fuck out of a dortmunder, like 20 hours and sells it in nip bottles? WHERE DO WE GO FROM THERE?
How about imperial kvass that’s just rye bread smashed into a bottle of Stoli?
Imperial barrel aged scotch ale: is actually just very old scotch.
In the end, nothing I present as levity can stand the test of time or reach the truly sublime as art because dipshit Brewers with california ale strains will constantly make this Sartorial nightmare a reality.
That’s the ONLY reason ddb will never rise to the level of true art.