Old ddb been pumping that Beinneys branding for so long that you might have thought that was their 4realz slogan. Next step: in house corporate marketing gigs for ddb.

We out here

  
Oh shit some 90s throwback dusters, fire up the Street Sharks marathon and grab my TMNT sewer playset.

Lol yeah right what spoiled shit head kid had that $80 toy?

This is the old school, even older grand dad clocking in at 84 proof, straight AARP bottled in bond with liver spots. That’s Basil Hayden on the label, Jim Beam shit in the glass. Those same crazy assholes shelling out a ton of money for 1980s airline 50ml bottles now are dropping stacks on 90s 200ml side hustles. So you can expect the current 114 bottles to start disappearing like how Elmer T Lee is getting scooped up left and right these days.

The high rye content reminds me of small batch four roses, that crackly cinnamon pop rocks, nutmeg, and carmelized Orange peel. It is intensely easy to drink, and not fusel at all. The 1990 might be a special batch, but this tastes pretty similar to the recent stuff to me, a bit smoother and more mellow but that’s the reason no one should trust any of my reviews.

I don’t know what the hell I am talking about. Brb bidding on vintage Thundercats action figures on eBay.

 Thai restaurant whaling sesh continues intermittently.  
2014 got that Boo Urns mouthfeel. Ocean Spray flatness with tannic tartness in lieu of jammy goodness. I love that myopic dipshits complain about Blabaer 2013 but trub their Anchor Blue cargo shorts over this.

I guess if you never ticked the prior Boos, bought this at a store, and had the self fulfilling rater mentality you would go apeshit over this. Still tasty sure, but far short of the old 2011 era.

As a side note, I love when a Boos is FT and invariably some level capped cicerone goes “JUST CURIOUS IS THIS THE 1999 vintage??!”

Like yeah bruh, he is trading a 99 boos for GI variants. Ur the most knowledge.

Not every brewery is a hitter like Sosa, some are essentially Chief Keefs in disguise who talk big street game. I almost feel bad for new breweries trying to enter the flawless market saturation that is PDX. Boneyard is killing the hop game, HotD has massive ales on lock, Upright smashing the farmhouse ass raw dog; and Cascade is doing Cascadey things.

Then there’s this shit:
I will paint the picture: a massive, sweaty, Faulknerian, wood lined pub with Applebee’s floor space, and no air conditioning. On a Saturday night the place never hit that coveted double digit territory; dart boards: unused. And as always A MOTHERFUCKING MUG CLUB COME ON ARE YOU KIDDING ME

But what is this DontTakeTrips.com? Let’s talk about the beer and stop mincing words complaining about collateral bullshit.  I must note at the outset, you are able to try every single beer on tap for a mere $12.00.  So how the fuck can you level any real complaints against the product at those prices? WELP HERE GOES:

BARREL AGED STOUT: ALRIGHT, in my trip to Portland two beers are tied for the shittiest beers in Oregon: Columbia River’s Barrel aged stout and Fat Head’s Barrel aged old ale. God don’t make me choose. This is a fusel, buttery, Skoal dip cup mess that seemed excessive even in the tiny tiny taster.

RYE IPA: The rye ale was bitter, vegetal and reeked of pennies and artichokes.

ESB: this was pretty meh in a category that is hard to stunt the fuck out with in the first place, so I guess good overall? Refreshing in a 100 degree tap room?

War Elephant: The DIPA was not bad at all and alone could probably sustain the place amiably. The ipa was essentially an extra sparked version of the DIPa that pulls apart and exposes the seams of the DIPA in an unfavorable way.

Stumbler Stout: The “oatmeal stout” was essentially a porter in execution and had a nice chocolate and sidewalk chalk sort of finish to it that while it sounds gross, was probably my favorite beer from them.  Tons of flavor and a nice clean mouthfeel.

They also serve food, but I didn’t make it that far, it could be amazing for all I know? I peeked my head into their brewing facility and admired the racks of empty bottles from Timmerman’s and Southern Tier, tipped my cap and nodded the location adieux.

  
Don’t worry I already reviewed both of those whiskey joints; no more forthcoming punishment in that format.

Instead I will be reviewing these 415 kush sacks instead

  
Poor Sean doesn’t even know she smashed that Homie Nick.

As a side note, this 132 proof is way more approachable than the hazmat bottle I previously drilled. More cinnamon, apple fruit leather, vanilla reduction and shop class. Dankwater

 Sticky rice and fried anchovies, epic pairings, brb Lemmie get a light box, a piece of wood and dslr and turn this beer blog into every other shitty food blog 

But on the real, that AftW rye is hot like summer, 200 on the dash, fires up silent like a Fisker, crackly pepper and leather, red bottoms clackin on that bruised fig and raisin pole.

 I offered to split one with the Forestry service worker next to me and he wasn’t even down, it’s like, celebrate equality in marriage, live a little.

So in 91 degree weather, I did this shit instead 

  Gonna be faded until Tuesday. That new Rye Adam from the Wood will light up your chest like E.T. Phenomenal, tomacco and tanned leather.