This is a touch more aggro than the likes of Casey but gives incredible tannic depth while toeing the line of acidic accessibility. You hit the gum line rev limiter right at the conclusion of the 750, whereas most apricot spurs burn out the mouth gasket far earlier.
It’s interesting to watch other breweries in a perpetually reactionary posturing to Sara and a handful of others so that “new” offerings for someone who is steeped in bleeding edge ticks feel derivative from breweries that a couple years ago were still buying barrel racks. The good keep improving while others strive to maintain relevancy. Sara keeps the pit to the grind stone with an alarming consistency of a macro brewer while maintaining a degree of integrity attendant to the artisanship.