The clipping pace of the beer stream moves quickly these days. Does anyone remember when people gave a fuck about Dragontraxxx three weeks ago? LOL ME EITHER. You can barely dip your toe in the Heraclitean river before the piss from some muttonchopped asshole upstream comes down your way.
We already did the Grrrz set
Welp, one of these is a repeat, same exceptionally made/delicious kriek. BUT WAIT HOLD THE FUCK ON.
Take a look above. What a magnificent “kriek,” right? Except it isn’t a fucking kriek at all. This is some like fruitless parody on consumers, a cherryless enclosure like every Delta Gamma sorority house. It honestly tasted like a worse version of the regular ass Le Roar Grzzz from last year. Some musk, a little lemony cheesiness like brie and jazz apples, but where in the fuck is the fruit i so painstakingly traded for? This is no fruit wild ale and it is somehow more deficient than just the blank Le Roar from last year, which as incredible.
How could they fuck this one up this badly? Was the bottle mislabeled? Was there a barrel that simply got zero cherries?
Let’s do a quick analysis:
And just to drill the point home, let’s take a look at last year’s “cherry free le roar”
Complete fucking ripoff, mislabeled or misfilled, a wildly disappointing endeavor.
BUT WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER THREE?
Thankfully, all of those were fully strapped like a Vietnamese dominatrix. Each one was impressive in its own light and present new and rad riffs on the already remarkable Le Roar lineage.
The berry could be considered the “worst” of the three but it is still god damn delicious through and through. It passes the DUI sobriety test by walking the jam/acidity line impeccably, presenting nice tannic structure like a Grenache wine. The dryness is kept in check by a lovely silky crackly mouthfeel and the whole experience had me nearly lactating lacto out these sanddollar nips.
Like most strawberry beers, I buckled down and puckered my butthole for the inevitable plastic, bandaid, or outright earthy sickness of insoluble fiber. This pulled me the other way and instead went the pleasant red 5, fruit by the foot, Gushers, squeezit, and acidic jolly rancher path. The sweetness is tempered by this awesome clean finish like a Rose to the mouthfeel, lingering buttery oak expansive like a major chord from a Les Paul. Just short of Omniscience and Proseltyism and Kiwi Herman, this is amongest the best I have ever seen strawberry executed.
BUT WHAT ABOUT THE BEST AND HOW MUCH OF THE BEST IS IT COMPARED TO THE OTHER BEST BESTS?S!?!
I don’t even need to feign surprise with this one. It was a magical award winning combination out the gate: them stone fruits that people who never eat fruit covet, coupled with an incredible wild ale base that fruit eaters will never taste. The merger is a magical melange of fruit and acidity, skins and shirts, garden nursery and cheese emporium. This hits as hard as the best of them in the realm of Chez, but falling short of the Persica b1 contingency. It has just enough tempered juicy kumquat sweetness, mandarin orange, this lingering long as fuck buttery chard closer: it goes hard in the paint.
Time for the inevitable question: is it as good as Fou? That really depends on what you are into. Fou of course will age gracefully and present more of a grist at the outset and acidity over time, this is better at the juice and fruit and getting the skis waxed up because juicy fruit is gonna move ya. It is outstanding toe to tip and even though Bullfrog tested the elasticity of my anoos with a complete ripoff Kriek, this more than made up for it.
I still prefer last year’s plain old Bullfrog Le Roar Grrrz though, god damn was that beer flawless American Pajotenland incarnate.
inb4 “THATS Y U DONT TRAED FOR BEER U NEVER KNOW WHAT U GONNA GET BEERS NOT MEANT FOR TO BE SHIPPING ALL OVER THE PLAEC NOT BULLFROGS FAULT COULD HAVE BEEN A KRIEK BEFOR SHIPPING U NEVR KNO”