Casey, oak theory, colorado

Not even advanced oak, regular ass theories, 5% abv, ba saison turned wild ale

Right out of the gates I was intruiging by this beer after having tried the phenomenal and undersung casey Saison, and the tasty fruit stands, this developed into a natural ISO. Once the reviews started coming in, I began to scratch my chin with worried contemplation.

The beer started as a saison but had since been referred to as an American wild ale. That’s fine, that happened with west Ashley and no one complained about that. When I poured this and saw that hateful magic,  its crackle of acidic foam, screaming for relief like burning alkaseltzer.

TFW when sour saison.

The cling is excoriated from the edges of the glass, that acidic clear sheen laying as flat as paper mario. Beatification looks down into the battle room at the furious prodigy, nodding at the tart prospects therein.

The nose is sharp as aged cheddar, lemon and kiwi, apricot, citric acid, with freshly cut limes. Other people lauded the alleged funk in this, something that must have either been overridden or metabolized since bottling in January, because this isn’t a layered delicate beer with complexity or depth, it is a pack of throwing knives that never miss their mark. Longshot straight out of the mojoverse cutting your palate.

The taste is drier than a vagina at a magic: the gathering tournament, it had lemon rind, limeade, nectarine and lingering oak on the backend that has a woodiness like Popsicle stick Saturated with tart juice.

Spill this beer on your skin like 

I had a tough time taking this entire 750ml down alone so that means it will be “OMG TOTALLY MEMERABLE AT MY 46 bottle SHARE ALL 16 of us agreed!!!!”

It is by no means a bad beer but it seems suited to the novice palate feeling their way in the dark cavern of tastebud limits, learning their bodies and mouth limitations. If you are the type who has already felt the pillbox fire of Upland Persimmon and Cascade apricot, you won’t need to prove yourself in the melee of this tart battleground.

I prefer the regular ass casey saison and east bank to these jarring acid rounds. The vault is a lie and your tastebuds will never escape pandora.

Kuhnhenn, Michigan

Murder mitten, ba stout 12.9% abv

The typical carb issues are present but holy shit is this just bursting with flavor. Caramel and roast, toasted brioche and Nutella, a sticky glaze and toasted hazelnut finish.

Those eagle rare 17 barrels remind me of ba solar elipse except much improved, I don’t know how one even lands this because it was donated but this was absolutely out of the park, something Tigers fans know a lot about around the 4th inning.

I don’t even baseball. Detroit could have won the World Series last year and I have no idea.

1993 Ete be peepin

This is a pretty tasty dipa and perhaps the best beer I have ever had from shorts. They didn’t put any sage or nautical oak in it or anything.

It is intensly sappy and resinous but the body is so light and dry it somehow all comes together and never feels like a malty midwest dipa with fistfulls of Crystal and sucrose. This isn’t my particular favorite iteration in the dipa vein but that’s personal preference, it is unquestionably well made and I don’t often get to say that about shorts and their food beers replete with the entire pantry dumped into them.

I wish this brewery would strip down their core offerings to these “reductionist” beers because it shows that at the core of things they have a talented brewing team with some kinda ape shit gourmand marketing department. Next fall the canteloupe and kafir mint leaf version of this beer will come out and turd things up.

Shorts knows what my diet be about.

Michigan decimating my poor doorman.

The deeper the mitten, the sweeter the juice 

How does a brewery with a pedigree of amazing barrel aged stouts make a dIPA that tastes

I say this without qualifier: King Henry tier.

The rest of smog city is myeh to “wait what was that” but BAOE, Jesus.

 They barrel aged a Saint Bernard and he reeked of booze  

all the offshelf pundits were extolling the virtues of this beer top to bottom. Releasing it in the heart of KBS season seems to have been a tactical Semtex tossed on the undercarriage of the Founders tank.

So it is a barrel aged coffee stout, business as usual, but how LEGIT is it really? The coffee profile is a touch sweet and almost has a milk stout aspect that works well with the barrel aging, sweetness is present but not dominant. Cama rep and vanilla have this macaroon that has a tasty interplay with the forgettable roast of the coffee.

The mouthfeel is thin and leans toward the Peruvian Morning spectrum of things, making this approachable and undaunting to the uninitiated.

When every offshelf ba coffee stout is compared to ba speedway.

It isn’t as good as KBS let alone the ba speedways, but I think that’s an unfair standard to lay at their feet from the outset. This is a tasty, readily available beer that has a flavor profile all the sweeter when fedex and truck chasing are omitted from the equation. 

Not even remotely close to being on fleek. How does a brewery make the best non barrel aged barleywine in the world and then turn this mediocre product out? The discrepancies are noteworthy.

Hit the dodge lot I musta copped six magnums

In the Marriott I swear I used six magnums

 Drop a bag off then I pop a mag off, review so hard that I’m tickin my ass off.

I’m ruthless but I’m not eazy, I keep a cellar full of magnums believe me

Two magnums in my cellar one for creeps one for freaks

Editors note: a magnum is a 1.5L format of alcoholic beverage, a type of firearm, and it may also refer to a large male contraceptive. Thereby the levity is raised to the sublime by paralleling the three seemingly unrelated items.