Admittedly this is in the dead middle of the pack as far as the exceptional mexy cake lineup. This doesn’t exhibit the sweetness and sticky prune riffs that you get from some cognac treatments and comes across as a kind of indescriminate John Doe variant in a six pack lineup of the other deviants.
This isn’t the worst but isn’t anywhere near jack Daniels or tequila in awesomeness either, it feels a bit more svelte and the bals contribute a gentle oeuvre to the chili, abuelita is fully triggered.
In sum, absolutely accept a pour but don’t prolapse your anoos to try this over the much more accessible Ba mexy, I am not making generalizations about Mexicans. GOD HAVE LIBERAL EDUCATIONS GONE TOO FAR.
Meanwhile in Chicago:
It’s like a clip straight out of fallout4 with irradiated neckbeards looking for coveted Ba nuka cola.
A touch maltier than previous batches but still tied for GOAT DIPA. No other way to state it, a beer that transcends the “approachable” style of myopic entry level hop heads into something both refreshing and complex in execution.
Well if you have been peeping the trade boards recently, you may have heard about these “Torst only bottles” of Pappy Barrel Evil Twin offerings. A few of them escaped to distro and subsequently have been fetching hilarious sums, so let’s see if the BALs are more than the sum of their staves in today’s review:
“DDB thank you for putting the hot sauce bottles in focus, follow up question, which mid-day strip club was this taken at?”
Let’s start with a base beer of which I have had consistent “meh” reactions regardless of treatment. My biggest complaint about this beer, pappy or otherwise, is that it has that Mikkeller/continental European love of black patent malt that runs unchecked so often. The base beer as a result leans dangerous close in the realm of roast, charcoal briquette, burnt toast, and borderline sharpie.
This barrel treatment however, is phenomenal. It takes a buttery power sander and smooths all of the nubs and unsightly aspects of the base beer and applies a vanilla and creme brulee lacquer that is outstanding. The real issue is that it can’t tame what this Eliza Doolittle is at heart: a cockneyed skoal dip cup spitting ruffian. In sum, it is a very good beer that is a hilarious merger of transatlanticism not unlike Death Cab for Cutie.
So the verdict: accept a pour but don’t get soaked for a Flora Coovie for this one, let your more adventurous trade partners get jumped behind the Arby’s for this BAL treatment.
This however, holy fuck: a complete masterpiece. This is not only the best beer that Evil Twin has ever made, but it enters the canon of best ba stouts ever/top DDB beers for 2015. This takes the already awesome base beer, in conjunction with the mindblowing good BA IBB, and then somehow ekes FURTHER improvement on that model.
While the standard bearer for this experience is usually BA speedway and BCBCS, this goes beyond both of those in several aspects. First, the coffee is not so dominant as to bruise the barrel character. You get mocha and the frap, with a clean roasty dryness from the treatment. The coffee melds seamlessly like spot rivets on the side of this coffee battleship.
This is something absolutely worthy of being put inside of you. The lengths are immaterial for something of this caliber, and I don’t care whether this is Westbrook or “flavor technician” Jeppemaster Flex, this is undeniably world class.
Sure, you could probably open up a Bourbon County Coffee and look out the rain-streaked window and dream of what could have been. Is that how you want to live your life: settling for the first bean to flick that came along, grinding the same predicable two plate experience ad infinitum? I didn’t think so. Buy yourself a hitachi massager and you do you.
I cringe when I see impressionable dumbfucks go apeshit over magic PERPY VERN WERNKLER BERRELS. It usually means some amorphous Buffalo Trace sourcing, or it could be third use, or the old North Carolina special: aged 7 weeks. However, in this instance, the treatment is undeniable in the notable improvement.
Alright, if you talk to some 2014 class n00b-tier trader they will tell you “v16 ZOMG IT’S FRUITED DDG!!!” but what’s the real deal?
First and foremost, this is far closer to Spontaneous Cheer than DDG in that it lacks the musky Doesjel/dusty/cheesy/earthy/Herfst aspects. That being said, that doesn’t mean that this doesn’t take headshots and grab fruity dogtags: the kills are confirmed, this is loud AF.
This provides acidity that never becomes too tart or overbearing, a nice lemon zest with a fruity backbone that is more of a fleshy tannic presence on the waft and swallow than an unmetabolized jammy marmalade. Something that would have been amazing in veritas 10 or particularly vertias 12: YOU CAN ACTUALLY DRINK AN ENTIRE BOTTLE YOURSELF. Assuming you dont lose a third of it after you open it. The barrel is seamlessly integrated as is the abv and this is a slightly more puckering version of the inimitable Persica b1.
The peaches are a great compliment to the base beer that I already loved. The golden heritage continues unmolested with a crown jewel, which means that we are in for some stupid 14% abv oud bruin as Veritas 17, EVERY TIME.
This is absolutely worth your time and it is trading at hilariously low levels at the moment. If you have a hilarious chili Prop to flip, transmogrify it into something amazing before those CA dipshits are the wiser.
This is absurd for an 11% abv beer, the west coast Ephraim has arrived with fists full of lemon, grapefruit, zested pith, and toasted citrus garnish. The alcohol is invisible and drinks like a thin and clean Ryu tossing those Ninja Gaiden shurikens at birds.
If you have had the misfortune to stumble into beer trade forums recently there is a staunchly divided contingency of beer nerds, beset in two camps. The first consists of the dudes who went to Rare Day and are attempting to loot any and all dinnerware from the sinking Titanic before tens of thousands of bottles hit nationwide distro. You will be able to spot these dudes a mile away because they will argue things like “well trade value is based on QUALITY AND TASTE” or “even if 60,000 bottles are released, uh, well that’s like, you can’t really say that’s all that many…really…because uhm…demand…” These dudes are riding the crest of a profiteering wave attempting to land Blauw and Armand Seasons before shit crashes in a salty barrel. Take a shot once they reference the quality of the entirely unrelated bottles of 2010 Rare, you’ll be wasted quick enough.
The equally ridiculous demographic on the opposing side consists of pangloss guys who assume that these $60 bottles will show up in their local Walgreens, gathering dust for years to come. These are the guys who have ever expanding speculative quotes about how many bottles are going to be released. It should be well in the six figures by the time DDB posts this. You can spot them a mile away offering like HUNA+ or some Trickery-tier ticks, fully prepared for some Sharks vs. Jets scrap.
The best part about all of these RareCiceroNies is that the vast majority of them can’t identify why the barrel treatment matters in any meaningful way. Sure, explain to me why you prefer 35 year age stated bourbon. Tell me all the various single cask three decade old bourbons that you have tried, I will wait. When Pugachev 25 year came out, every one of them was still having sex with lukewarm melons and complaining about HEAT, but wait 35 year barrels? PASS THAT RARE. I mean, sure, the bourbon was never released to retail but PUTTING BEER IN THOSE BARRELS MUST BE INCREDIBLE BECAUSE MOAR YEARS.
It is hard to know who to root for, since both have wildly skewed perceptions of value and will only degrade the beer culture by waiting in 8 hour lines for things they have no intention of opening. It’s like when your alcoholic stepdad shows up to fight the racist school bully: can’t both of them just get knocked the fuck out concurrently? I can only hope for a Battle of the Marne result where both sides wear one another down to a nub and there is no winner by decision.
They would need to make significant advances in microspectronomy to detect the fucks I give about the actions of these rapacious hucksters at this point. If anyone needs me I will be opening a Saison Dupont and turning my rare box into a lacquered fleshlight.
Man, as much as I like to piss in potted plants and toss shit at my neighbors property line, this is the best bcbs vintage I have ever had. There’s really nothing else I can say about this, it has the flawless body that is never too syrupy or too watery.
This just delivers and really knocks trading for anything else in this realm seem very inefficient by contrast, Unless you have some janky blog to prop up. This will make reviewing regal and prop this year a hilarious endeavor because, how will they really improve upon this? My monocle fell in my glass, shit just feels fancier than them Chicago stockyards.
I hope the poster provides a 10 min break and full benefits, this opportunity better be OSHA compliant with custom shoe orthotics for the prolonged standing.
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