Given my Doge I had an immediate affinity for the Dustin Hoffman pupabank. As much fun as I have with the 312 beer scene, this brewery and in particular this beer is operating in a weird counter orbit. In a realm steeped in sticky sugars and sigh-laden releases dripping with hype churning, off color stay legit. I already addressed this at length with Eeek! But this further codifies that idea. No promotion, all traction.
Papillon so hard.
The acidity is masterfully poolchem sauv blanc, a minerality like chalky lime and zested kumquat. I love the hilarious divide between world class and basically the entire world class. A touch dry but oddly white grape skin and baller ass Sierra Mist. If you have had a bottle of Fantome Printemps or a masterful work of Moteuka, you will be ovulating over this gem.
That butterfly pops harder than a barrel aged p90.
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Good to finally see the angle wings represented. It’s been a good week on the nature show that is dontdrinkbeer.