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Victory swing session saison, a clovey yard trimmings disaster of a farmhouse ale

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Man everyone is trying to get in the farmhouse game these days. The Belgian wit and hef purveyors of the late 2000s are now tossing weak ass Westmalle strain in tanks and acting like they served a nickel.

Mass producer Victory isn’t exactly who you think of when you imagine artisanal Saisons. It’s usually the hit you see on a restaurant menu and sigh before resigning yourself to a prima pils.

Enter their new offering. A sessionable saison. Right out the gates this just looks lackluster, pasteurized, a lazy pilsner aspect with admittedly beautiful carb. The problems begin from there on in.

If you are really into landscaping, eating Christmas wreaths, or botanical adventures with juniper bushes: you will love this uninspired beer. The yeast presents an off putting and substantial degree of esters and clove, overripe banana. It’s like De Ranke decided to start taxing girls without the hat.

The taste is even worse, how did this happen?

Seasonal release beer brewed w/ German & American whole-flowers, 2-row German malts, Rye, Oats & Wheat. Spiced w/ peppercorn & fresh lemon zest. Belgian saison yeasts.

Well that’s a long way of saying “we are going to brew a beer with an insubstantial malt bill then overload you with disgusting vegetal adjuncts.” Drop a glade plug in into Avril and burn some pine cones and you have this grassy aserose nightmare.

Amongst the worst Saisons I have ever tried, not fit for a South African jail.

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MFW this is someone’s first taste of “Saisons”

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New Glarus Home Town Blonde, Ditsy with notes of peroxide.

What do we have from these Wisconsin scamps up in their frozen tundra north of the wall? A fucking blonde ale? I will say this outright, New Glarus is the Frank Thomas of the beer game, if they whiff it is a solid strike out, but when they get a piece of it, that shit is out of the park.  There is no middle ground with these guys.  Let’s see if this blonde is natural or out of the box in today’s review.

Maybe I just haven't visited enough home towns in Wisconsin to encounter this variety of blonde.

Maybe I just haven’t visited enough home towns in Wisconsin to encounter this variety of blonde.

New Glarus Brewing, Blonde Ale/Pilsner(?) 4.8%

Here’s their pitch:
“Expect to pour an elegant blonde glass of beer, crowned with a rich head of foam that resonates with our chorus of hops. Although delicate in appearance, our Hometown Blonde has a backbone, but of course that’s no surprise in Wisconsin. Enjoy!”

Well go ahead and expect whatever the fuck you would like, but reality will set in shortly and you will realize you are drinking a glass of Bud Dry with a flabbier malt grist.  It has this tarnished brass bedpost like the one nana used to handcuff you to, some ho hum carbonation and a forgettable affair altogether.

"What is Reality Czech? Is it waxed? I AM ABOVE DRINKING PILSNERS"

“What is Reality Czech? Is it waxed? I AM ABOVE DRINKING PILSNERS”

The smell? Well if you have ever worked in a cream corn factory you will appreciate these kernel nuances of sweet yard trimmings from the local dog park, those ULTRA AGGRO Saaz hops what with their 4% alpha acids, a sweetness like crescent rolls dropped on the floor, and a cloying bready sweetness of old baguette.

Surely the taste rolls out something more substantial? It’s kinda like dropping 150 roses on a craigslist casual encounter and it looks exactly like the picture: depressing. If you like sweeeeet pilsners and miss the old days of Budweiser select, you will like this buttery biscuit paired excellently with a KFC double down.  It doesn’t deliver on the cleanliness of a pilsner and the sacharrine from the bready notes keeps the hops from accomplishing anything.  The closer is like it was randalled through a Coinstar machine with a faintly metallic alkaline that makes my tastebuds and testicles recoil like a frightened turtle.

TFW you give your normal friends a craft pilsner and have to listen to their bullshit

TFW you give your normal friends a craft pilsner and have to listen to their bullshit

New Glarus does so many things so well, perhaps the 3 months of sunlight that Wisconsin enjoys makes this beer ill suited for the refreshing sessionable side of things.  Maybe I don’t know shit about Frank Thomas.

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BOURBON CAGEMATCH: George T. Stagg versus Stagg Jr., hitting them rawdog and then iced out Cease a Leo

Content overload from DDB today.  Maybe Leftyhyzer was right, maybe I am an attention seeking dipshit with leftover foreskin due to a botched circumcision.  MAYBE THEY WERE ALL RIGHT.

I promised this review to Libbey. Gonna paint him on my local handball court. RIP bezzled out pieces.

So here at DDB we have been yapping off at the nanners about VALUE distinctions, G.E. Moore immutable definition of the good, aesthetic returns on comparable value sets, WHICH IS DOPER BRAH, shit of the nature.  So as a bonus, today we are going to chop it up and take a run at the bourbon world to test those axioms to see if the old HEY IT IS ALL THE SAME JUICE tautology rings true. So we are taking a $300 secondary market bourbon (GTS) and its baby brother at $90ish secondary (Stagg Jr.)  ALL THE PEDOS WILL PREFER THE JR. AND THEN WE MAKE JOKES ABOUT HOW YOUNG IT IS.  Classic levity.

So do we make midwest pour jokes when it comes to expensive bourbon, I forget the rules.  THIS SHIT IS MORE COMPLICATED THAN SETTLERS OF CATAN.

So do we make midwest pour jokes when it comes to expensive bourbon, I forget the rules. THIS SHIT IS MORE COMPLICATED THAN SETTLERS OF CATAN.

Alright first up, 2014 George T. Stagg, BTAC Collection. 138.1 proof.

Aged 16 years, LOL JUST LIEK YOU LIKE THEM BECAUSE AGE OF CONSENT IN KENTUCKY LOLOLOL

This is a big thick hummer tick, in a hummer whip, it will beat you liver like a big dick plumber dick. It has a deep oakiness to it and is one of the darkest, deepest ambers in the bourbon world this side of Elijah Craig Barrel proof and Old Blowhard.  It is burnt caramel and menacing looking, better wear a cup. The nose is so. fucking. powerful.  You get a massive waft of concentrated lacquer and oak, sawmill shavings, burnt turbinado sugar, 8th grade woodshop, toasted peanut brittle and honeycomb.

The hnnnggg is real.  A force to be reckoned with, like dating a hairdresser, things get apeshit real quick.

The hnnnggg is real. A force to be reckoned with, like dating a hairdresser, things get apeshit real quick.

This is a beast without water and the taste is extremely syrupy in the mouthfeel just moving and setting up its oaky Hentai objects around the studio apartment that is your mouth.  Shit gets hot real fast.  The water helps to tame this beast in a massive way.  I usually feel like a needledick when I have to reach for the water, undoing all the cask strength goodness with my bitchassness.

I didn't choose the BTAC game, the BTAC chose me.

I didn’t choose the BTAC game, the BTAC chose me.

Ultimately the fusel notes are overpowering and the oak dominates without water.  With a touch of lube, things get way more exciting.  You get leather, that honey and lemon pledge, sticky molasses and a lingering cinnamon more common in aged ryes.  Shit is real tasty.  Be man and and sip it forever with no water, put on Say Yes to the Dress and feel your testicles swell. The water nukes the banana and poundcake finish, but with great power comes great drunken sexts.

Ok enough royalty tier ticks,

NO GLENCAIRN THIS STUDY IS FLAWED

NO GLENCAIRN THIS STUDY IS FLAWED

Stagg Jr. 9 years old [lol bc underaged jokes, always so funy] 134.4 proof

This bourbon fucks you like it is fresh out of jail.

This bourbon is drastically younger and is a fraction of the cost, wouldn’t it be such an economic parable if I could tell you to drink this and we all rubs inner thighs and congratulate our palates? There will be no thigh rubbing, congratulatory or otherwise. This is wildly different and not in that WHICH IS THE HOT TWIN sort of way.  One is clearly 9 years old and if you like it more, you should register with an online database of palate offenders.

The nose despite being lower proof is markedly hotter, sharper, angrier, bell pepperier, smashed werthers originals on the sidewalk, toasted almonds and pralines, and ethanol. The waft is fucking around to no demonstrable measure. The mouthfeel is notably drier and burns deeper like those memories of being pants’ed in gym class: it lingers in your chest forever.  It is less balanced, thinner, less oaky and just a more aggressive experience.  It is like a Tinder date with a cholo where every advance is just over the top. Some people liken this to Elijah Craig Barrel Proof but, this is vastly inferior and aside from the brute force, bears little resemblance to the imperial poise of GTS.

Behold, a master Whiskeronee.

Behold, a master Whiskeronee.

THE GOOD NEWS: adding water to this bridges the valley immesurably.  If you are drinking neat, GTS will decimate Jr.  However, with a splash of water, the deficiencies are markedly diminished and you can focus on the sticky caramello and Bit O Honey aspects.  There is a certain SKOR bar on the finish and, while not as complex, it isn’t 300% shittier, based on prices.  When you add water, it’s more like comparing a 370z to a GTR instead of like…a Sentra…that is also on fire.

NO SHIT GTS WON THIS CONTEST WOW SUCH SOLID SCIENCE HERE.

So if you have a shitload of cash to burn, get the GTS, if you have only a third of a shitload (metric) then buy Elijah Craig Barrel Proof instead. LOL wow we solved so many mysteries.

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@penrosebrewing Wild V, come to Chicago and get your V card swiped, It will be so wild.

Alright, no more pussyfooting around with Penrose’s normal offerings, let’s get to something special: Penrose’s first wild ale.  What is this charming, unassuming golden ale on brett? Is this the wild ale to heal Chicago tickers’ PTSD from Blue Lady? Will this be the reawakening of Small Animal Big Machine in resplendent glory? Or will people drown themselves in Lake Michigan like Chopin/Woolfe/literary wheelies.

Let’s put on those northface jackets and hit the loop for some IP action in today’s review. MEAT PACKING COMMENCE.

Oh man, backordering Wild I-IV right now just to see what I MISSED.

Oh man, backordering Wild I-IV right now just to see what I MISSED.

Penrose, Chicago IL

Wild V 5.x% abv

Wild Ale, Golden on Brett

Holy hell was this one a bitch to open, I tried pulling with my mouth, stroking the neck to warm it up, using my rabbit opener to leverage the shaft, until finally I had to force matters with a screw.  OH SHIT GUIZE I AM ALL INTO EUPHEMISMS NOW GET IT.

A:  Right out of the gates things are going smoothly with a radiant orange and brassy tarnished tangerine that presents substantial attenuation that cascades in massive clouds like Migos’s dressing room. Versaceversaceversace PENROSE GOT BAKING SODA BAKING SODA.  It is just beautiful and the cling is the type that a gypsy ale-seer could read your future with, endless cling and spotty embellishments upon the glass with each sip.  Phenomenal.

S:  Ok honestly, when a brewery releases their first SOUR I wait with casual distrust but those sideways glances were completely unwarranted: This is fucking awesome.  If you ever wanted Temptation to caress Block 15’s Golden Canary: this is your smut.  The nose is vibrant pineapple, fuji apple, floral notes like a glade plug ins, tart clementines, a mild musk like autumn carpet and a closer that reminds me of twine or rope.  You know the acidity is there but the tropical fruits are radiant, it hurts to look at, CAREBEAR STARE LEVEL SHIT.

dropping hot Care-y ropes on your chin.

dropping hot Care-y ropes on your chin.

T:  This is admittedly more sour than I was expecting and puckers in a sort of venomous Chardonnay with light french oak leading the charge onto the bicuspids.  It transitions into sour patch kids, a faint sweetness like cornbread, ripe clementine, and a grapefruit closer.  It never goes overboard or is painful of which to take large swallows. It follows through with the tartness but gives a light earthiness akin to Armand Herfst, like leaves on the back palate.  This is admittedly, very good stuff.  I don’t say that with the type DDB qualifier or some backhanded circumlocution: you will drill your entire bottle and not want to share.

This beer is a throwback to the days of drinkable AWAs before it was all about enamel stripping and Rhone barrel sourcing

This beer is a throwback to the days of drinkable AWAs before it was all about enamel stripping and Rhone barrel sourcing

M:  This is drying on the sides of your tongue but never hits oppressive levels of gumline recession, which was my main complaint with Chandelle.  It never becomes too tart, and as it warms gives you a cheese rind waxiness and perhaps a faint diacetyl in the form of apple sucker but it’s more in the exhale and when you lick along your incisors than the actual taste.  I am really hitting hardpan trying to come up with ways to knock this shit, it’s frustrating when a brewery doesn’t fuck something up because, then what am I supposed to complain about, label art and shit?

D:  This is exceedingly drinkable in the same vein as Brute and the dryness with a tartness that lends for deep sips, your 375 is not a shareable vessel.  In fact, that’s one of my main gripes about this: the format is complete bullshit.  They know that no one will have a 12 ounce of this and fold their arms content.  The musk hits you hard from the back like Sherman, no interception. The white grape aspect alone as it warms is enough to make me want to chain combo these like Kratos, air to ground juggling until the sun comes up and then I have to start working on those job applications like I promised my P.O.

For all the dipshits who attend tomorrow’s Nuthululaulu release, it will be a perfect summary of the current beer scene if this beer does not sell out immediately.  Chicago is on its way to crafting a Shasta Beatification that delivers on so many levels.

Meanwhile at the Clybourn release, thongs are already soaking in 34 degree weather.

Meanwhile at the Clybourn release, thongs are already soaking in 34 degree weather.

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@jesterkingbeer Estivial Dichotomous, pour the chamomile and get the yogurt strawberries. It’s boyz II men time.

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Holy saison hydroponics, them texas boys are slanging more brick of raw uncut. Here is there press description before I give you the candlelight rub down in them hay bales:

We are excited to introduce Jester King Estival Dichotomous — our summer saison brewed with chamomile and spelt and refermented with strawberries. Estival Dichotomous is our second seasonal saison following Hibernal Dichotomous, which we released in April of 2014. As we mentioned at the time of the Hibernal Dichotomous release, our brewing is largely driven by the seasons. We make farmhouse ales when the weather is hot and temperatures are conducive to fermentation in stainless steel, and we make spontaneously fermented beers and barrel fermented beers when temperatures are cold and conducive to overnight inoculation of wort and slow maturation in oak. We also use the ingredients that are available to us at various times during the year. For instance, in the winter we make beer with citrus fruit, in the spring we use peaches, in the summer we use apricots, blueberries and figs, and in the fall we use grapes, horehound, lemon bee balm, and squash. Estival Dichotomous is an analog for the summer season. It’s a beer that’s evocative of the summer weather and its bounty, particularly the smells of hay resting in the fields late in the season. ”

Tldr, same old well water and house saison yeast but this time with chamomile and strawberries.

So DDB is this some berry bomb? Is this the veritas 008 of the farmhouse world? How do I get that girl in trig to notice me? THE ANSWERS LIE WITHIN!

This is the same level of quality farmhouse akin to those logsdon bangers and the carb is a punch line in excessive foaminess.

The look is the same old Tampico juice you have come to love, apricots, a bitter herbal early grey and green tea, light mint and saffron, and a slight strawberry fruit by the foot closer. Pleasant albeit nonstandard.

Ok if you ever had veritas 008 fresh and remember when everyone was bitching about the tea, well, here is a similar scenario but it is tempered by a nice juiciness from the berries on the back end. This is easily the more bitter saison they have made since the slept on El Cedro, and I personally liked it as a result.

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Insecure traders be like.

The mouthfeel is dry as a bone not from oak or hops but fucking residual tea. If you have ever been on a date with a vegan girl named Phaedra and drank way too much Darjeeling you will know the dry rot that this herbal dehydration evokes. But again, there’s not a lot out there like this and the soft berries are there on the back end like a Yankee candle.

Pretty legit and given them low hanging ass fruits, generous Texas traders might just extra this to you. They have yet to be corrupted. Or maybe it’s their proximity to the absurdly generous Coloradoans.

Oh and that girl in trig will notice you once you stop reading beta tier gazettes like this beer blog.

We all learned something today.

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@hangar24brewing Pugachev Mocha, grinding them beans out in the desert

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Boy we sure been having a lotta yukyuks recently on DDB, but it’s time to review some adjunct stouts and get super srs. We already addressed kbbs last week, that’s in the past, it’s time to review another ba coffee stout with a 400 bottle count EXCEPT THIS TIME FROM CALIFORNIA.

Hangar 24 brewing
Redlands, ca
Coffee stout 14.8% abv

Pugachev mocha was a 1 per h24 reserve membership with no right to purchase more. Already nips are aching at those stats and the masses are paying myfreecamgirls just to open one on camera. This is my fantasy okay.

A: The look is almost identical to Royale with a touch more carb, it looks nimble and coats with clear legs and thick khaki foam like dry sex at a Dockers warehouse.

S: The smell is phenomenal and leans toward a sight glass/handsome acidity, intensely roasty with almond and vanilla undertones. The bourbon barrel is different than Royale and is a hybrid between pugachev 25 year and BCBCS in the nose. The barrel is oaky but works in parity with that coffee toastiness.

It began as a single barrel of our Pugachev’s Cobra, specially aged in a 25 year bourbon barrel for 14 months. Into this barrel went single-origin cacao nibs from Parliament Chocolate, and locally roasted coffee beans from Augie’s Coffee. That’s the press statement and you can peel back the layers like a grands biscuit.

T: the taste is a silky sweet mochachino with deep espresso roast with a mid palate that has a fantastic lactose aspect to bolster the deep roast with a touch of sticky sweetness. This doesn’t have the maple syrupy aspects present in kbbs but some will find the “more focused” approach refreshing because it allows the substantial barrel profile to shine. It is less sweet than most coffee stouts and the 80 ibus coupled with the deep toasted praline is a great combo. Ultimately it’s the old “do I get the 911 drop or the hard top? In what fashion do I wish to stunt and maximize my stunt efficiency?”

M: this is the section that let’s kbbs edge ahead, since everyone just wants to make that comparison anyway. The mouthfeel, like all of the hangar 24 offerings is precise and hits their numbers with a fantastic clean profile. Some people, particularly dipshits who savor 1oz pours will often fault a beer for SOMEHOW not having a shitload of unfermented materials artificially boosting the mouthfeel. This isn’t like central waters or czar jack thin, we aren’t in the Eurozone, but it also isn’t that flabby Huna realm either. It appears to be a stylistic choice and if they mashed a bit higher sure, it could have been a bit stickier. I am essentially scrubbing the lint off the hotel comforter at this point, because the real fun lies elsewhere

O: overall this is a fantastic beer and I can’t dismiss it as having a clear analog. The barrel profile is entirely distinct and is hand down the noteworthy aspect of this beer. The coffee is a welcome addition to a base puga that is already so clean and roasty. For those who try this, I am confident it will fall into that cannon with BA Vietnamese speedway, beyond good and evil, cbs, etc that are the paradigms of compelling coffee stouts.

While this may be a complete trust fund actress to land, the struggle is worth the payoffs.

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Prepare to get infinity fisted by Barrel Reserve members

LOL jk CA traders are dumb as fuck and will probably trade this for a RESOLUTE VARIENT, whatever the fuck those are.

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@penrosebrewing Desirous, It’s a belgi- uh, it’s an IPA, er wait it’s a witbie- GOD DAMNIT JUST DRINK WHAT I GIVE YOU

Alright, so let’s take another stab at those Penrose boys and see if Chicago is alive and well after the dystopian BCBS dipshits left no stone unturned in their quest for beers with a higher finishing gravity than this beer started with.

Sometimes when things are unclassifiable, it is a good thing because the occupy the respective realms so fully that you don’t care.  Other times it is like “golden lager amber saison on cloudberries, the fuck am I holding?” Despite all the crazy ass adjectives here, let’s parse this down, it is essentially a dry hopped belgian wit at its core, and it’s pretty tasty, so I give all this mixed marketing a pass if only for the sick ass holofoil-Charizard labels.

Every bottle is like that third card uncommon.  Target beer does not untap during your cellar upkeep phase.

Some days you just wanna put your Lane Bryant sweatpants on and watch a Gracepoint marathon.  OH NO I MISSED THE NEW BLACKLIST

Some days you just wanna put your Lane Bryant sweatpants on and watch a Gracepoint marathon. OH NO I MISSED THE NEW BLACKLIST

Penrose, Chicago, Desirous

White belgian IPA midwest style 6.2%

A:  This comes out the gates looking like a tasty saison, clear wheat grist to the bill got my vas deferens all torrified with that turbid quality. I swear that glass is clean, basic tickers who buy glassware at Dave n Busters just roll that hard I suppose.  The carb is lively but takes a moment to get all pumped up, like those HGH gelcaps, mad swole, cutty striations.

S: The nose on this beer might be the best part because god damnit it is phenomenal.  You get a blast of clovey belgian esters akin to Dorothy or De Ranke XX and lingers with a touch of sweetness like cadied orange peel.  There is a nice resinous orange and tangerine aspect that opens up on the backend bringing it all together.

If you read DDB, the beer in your fridge should be the least of your personality defects

If you read DDB, the beer in your fridge should be the least of your personality defects

T:  Man, if this were essentially a hoppy saison I would be in hog heaven, instead the taste follows more akin to a hoppier Allagash White meets White Rascal, which isnt necessarily bad but the aspirations and aims at them platinum plaques fall just short.  There is a bready expansive aspect to this that lends a creamy mouthfeel and closes with a type of sticky orange and coriander.

M:  This is expansive and has a nice silky carb that coats and is drying at the same time in a sort of chamomile and early grey with citrus peel infusion.  Again, if this went all drying ala saison or more substantial ala hoppy tripel it would be awesome, it kinda falls in this middle penumbra where you aren’t sure if you can fap to it.  Not extreme enough to be deviant not standard enough to bring you to a succinct completion.

Your friends in undergrad will jock this beer so hard lakeside, complex craft and approachable.  WHATS UR MAJOR BRO COME LIFTING

Your friends in undergrad will jock this beer so hard lakeside, complex craft and approachable. WHATS UR MAJOR BRO COME LIFTING

D:  This is highly drinkable and will hit the spot in warmer weather, but in the realm of belgian wits more people will want either a more aggressive brett L profile or an outright substantial aspect to it.  This is something from the days of the late 2000’s that will kill it at the BJCP level, but the type of DDb consumer might find this to be a serviceable and highly crushable afterthought in a realm that isn’t exactly competitive in the current marketplace.  It is like if someone brewed the worlds sickest ZWICKLEBIER: it is good that it is available, but the style itself doesnt get them hyper attenuated.

This is essentially what I imagine whenever there is a brewery only release in the midwest. PTO hours get cashed in so hard. Luckily this is a solid banger that you can crush without grinding your bedpost

This is essentially what I imagine whenever there is a brewery only release in the midwest. PTO hours get cashed in so hard. Luckily this is a solid banger that you can crush without grinding your bedpost

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@tiredhandsbeer You are the Emptiness, no you are. No you. Ur a FUKN null set.

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By this point you probably have lost track of all these Ardmore releases, each one less empty than the last. Unless you have an encyclopedic knowledge of farmhouses, you will probably mix up a few of these consistently awesome bottles. Well line up for the big spoiler: this one is also amazing and brings the heat with peaches this time.

So first object of contention is the classification of this beer as a “saison” when it is decidedly more wild ale, but that tired discussion need not be further discussed lest my hands become tired in the transmission. Regardless, it is unsurprisingly stellar much in the way that every prior release has been consistently puckering, complex, and delicious.

The look is that classic Ardmore sunny delight water with generous carb billowing to fill the expanse of the wanting glass. The webbing clings and drapes sticky garlands of residual foam.

The nose is muskier than the other entries and presents a pleasant peach profile akin to fruit leather and haribo peach rings. There’s a touch of attic/sawmill funk that lovingly embraced the refined ph profile. It never wafts in an acrimonious way and you could huff this like carpenters glue under an overpass.

The taste is the middle of the road for the emptiness series, presenting stone fruit, farmers market floral blossom, a faint jolly rancher sweetness and a dryness that actually boosts drinkability in a massive way. It isn’t as sour as the persimmon but is more aggressive than the grape, the Tiptup of this Diddy Kong sour race. Balanced and the least remarkable in the classic sense that in it’s moderation it shines by hitting that Aristotelian G spot, that golden mean all day long.

While not as tart or over the top as Parageusia II, I feel this one is well worth your time and you won’t need alkaline tablets afterwards for your gamgam tummy.

Seek this one out, or wait a few weeks for a new fruited version to drop. You gotta use that $2000 gift card at the brew pub somehow. Why are you reading this, you should be down at he brewpub decorating their tired hands tree for them.

Drink more Saisons you lazy asshole.

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WHEN IS THIS COLLABO GOING DOWN? That’d be the PA voltron.

Voodoo is also invited to my fan fiction erotica collabo brewfest.