If you have been keeping pace with old DDB, you know that I have been riding Smog City’s recent releases like a bucking sybian. When they announced that they were doing a black currant saison, I got fully torqued and had to go to the ER after I had an erection that lasted longer that 4 hours.
I showed up late like an asshole and the place was packed. Even with several pouring stations, the brewery has been picking up steam and there was a dearth of beta casuals and normal people. The average BMI was well below 35, which is pretty disappointing, but I guess normal adjusted people need to drink beer too.
I walked in like an entitled dipshit with a magnum of Equipoise and for some reason people lose their fucking minds when you have a large format beer, even if it is barely a mag. People were all touching on it like Johnny Gill at a New Edition concert.
Equipoise was legit and ultra refreshing since the tasting room’s temperature was somewhere just north of hot as balls. Didnt really get any melon, faint brackish aspect to it, crisp and cheesy, I could merk the entire 1.5L and not even feel bad about myself. I mean, I would feel bad about myself for other reasons, the usual ones.
When I saw the jammy magenta hues looking like a Lisa Frank binder I braced myself for some Smuckers extravaganza, but god damn it is this beer phenomenal. It is dry, tart, tannic, bursting with blackberry jelly and acidic black cherry skins. It toes the line of exceptional balance that you find in VSB and SHBRL where it is fruit forward without being overly sweet or cloying. God damn it, this beer slays on many levels. It is hardly a saison and puts a distinct American Wild Ale foot forward. I would have enjoyed more brett C or musk from this, but at this point it’s like being angry about the spoiler on your Murcielago. Pithy ass complaints from a beer dipshit.
I fucking love BA OE, but that is already well established. When I saw they were making cocktails with it, my initial reaction was eye rolling and images of foodie dipshits trying to bridge the gap into the baller ass beer world. I was wrong again. They took the dank ass barleywine, added bitters, and flambeed an orange peel to open up both the bourbon aspects and underscore this awesome Grand Marnier/Sweet Brandy sort of interplay. The beer was sadly degassed through the treatment but ZFG because the drink was awesome. Being a skeptical asshole did not pay me any dividends on this outing.
The whole event was dope, but then to polish things off they busted out their barrel aged imperial coffee stout, Infinite Wishes. While I thought “The Nothing” was underwhelming, this takes shit to a whole different level. It is substantial, frothy, hefty, and delivers a wallop of bakers chocolate and deep dry roast. While I used to be indifferent to Smog City’s core offerings, their new barrel room releases are causing me to trip not an insubstantial amount of balls.
I can’t go to the May 30th release, someone send me that shit already.