Never seem to grow tired of this classic baby cone.
Until Live Oak gets their shit together and starts sending me crawlers of Live Oak Hef, this remains the standard toddler driller. The session don’t stop.
Wait, I don’t want this website to show up in a google archive for “toddler driller” God damn i-
If only I had an opulent ten gallon mash tun, or even a rim system, then I would be in business. Because that’s what giving back to the craft community means, buying more expensive Homebrew equipment. Better equipment = more nuanced brown ales.
I can only dream, someday.
But in all srs this beer is awesome, I still crank down to the thought of the BA version of this and lol at the idea of paying $31 to ship a 12oz stout to my door. Pick this up, it’s arguably the best thing MIKKELLER has ever made and never fails to impress. Highly recommended.
Welp guess I better go study up on this new sea salt saison genre I have been so woefully neglecting.
Barring that, someone point me to a $6.00 cicerone class on traditional Wallonia canned Saisons.
I need to do my research about the rich farmhouse heritage of Gary, Indiana before I go writing saison checks my liver can’t cash. I know I am new to the style but how am I supposed to learn if paying $6 and reading my BJCP guide isn’t enough.
Update: the head brewer and possible owner (?) of 18th street brewing is actually a very genial welcoming fellow with no latent threats in his internet parlance
This beer would be way better if Pizza Port Ponto didn’t exist. Or Lagunitas Day Time.
If you need to drink before meeting your new step grandma or talking to your grandpa about his infidelities. This is the beer.
This is bitter, harshly grassy, and comes across more like a Gose than a saison due to the brackish mineral finish that tastes like World Market bath salts.
The can says “bitch” on it, and that’s mega chill. That Monster energy drink marketing really speaks to me as a demographic.
Photo not related.
No saisons were harmed in the filming of this daring, disgusting, uncompromising film that pushes the boundaries of human decency.
So today we have a RARE GEM from the Brewer’s Cut series from Sudwerk, these scamps in Davis. So this is a STRAWBERRY berliner, but then when I went to their website, it notes “Davis microbrewers of hand-crafted lager beer adhering to the Reinheitsgebot German Purity Law” so I WUTTTTed pretty hard. When I initially asked people about this, they said it was a myeh brewpub, but then other people staunchly defended the brewery itself and said that the barrel aged/brewery only offerings are amazing compared to the quotidian offerings sold at the yawn-worthy pub. CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. So let’s see what these Davis boys be putting they tips into in today’s review:
Glassware fail, SORRY MY DAVIS GLASS GAME ISN’T ON POINT. Funky Buddha used to make berliners jeez.
Berliner, 6.5%
Sudwerks, Davis, Strawberries added, in comport with purity laws.
The brewer presses his hips against yours and whispers this into your ear, lovingly tugging on your Beats by Dre ear buds:
““Strawberry Solera is a blend of Solera Weiss fermented with Sudwerk microflora and a Brett-Saison aged on 1lb/gal Sacramento Valley strawberries in Bordeaux barrels. The nose is lactic, lemon, and berries with moderate Brett character. Clean palate with bright berry and tropical highlights with a dry finish.”
A: This is a turbid lil messy Jesse and has a creamy look of some Vermont trubtastic offerings, but at least this makes sense given the unfiltered hefty wheat bill. There’s an orange julius and whipped smoothie carb to it and it looks gentle albeit far too substantial for a BY THE NUMBERS berliner. But Southampton brews shit like UBERLINER and gets away with it so, whatever, just think of this as a Wittbier with fruit, you don’t give a shit.
Whenever I see strawberry on the label, I flashback to horrid beers from the past. Trying to live life in the present like Foodbabe tells me to.
S: At cold temperatures you get this lightly plastic aspect that can occur when using strawberry as an addition. It isn’t like a sick/ropey/phenolic, none of that business, its more like when you unroll a fruit by the foot and there’s a faint synthetic aspect. After it passes 55 degrees this burns off and it is imperceptible. The fruit character is very pronounced and the berry exhibits that same tannic farmer’s market aspect attendant to Cask 200 Strawberry or Omniscience and Proselytism. As long as you don’t drink this exceptionally cold, you are cash money records.
Your hombrew club is gonna flip out when you tell them how RAER this beer is. Also, it tastes good, but THAT SHIT IS IRRELEVANT TO YOUR HOMEBREW HOMIES.
T: None of the synthetic aspects are present on the taste and this is actually very impressive. It leads with a tangerine, lightly brackish cream of wheat breadiness, then the strawberry dominates IN THE FLAVOR PROFILE. If you have had many strawberry beers you will know that most of the time, it exists on the nose and then peaces the fuck out on the taste. All that insoluble fiber aint got time to be tasted and shit, gotta take its girl to the seed clinic. This is less jammy and more like a saison with a pump of Torani strawberry, aged on musky red Jolly Ranchers. That last sentence sounds like shit, but this is very legit. Too legit to quit, even.
M: The creamy profile is very silky and soft with a far more substantial heft to it than most berliners. It feels more like a straight up AWA scissoring a saison in a hybrid Apple car. If you told me this were a berliner I would shake my head like when Cigar City hands me a 12% robust porter and starts quoting BJ standards. As long as you dont need your BJs to be completely certified, you will enjoy this fruity creaminess to full completion.
You can handle a barrel aged weissbier on strawberries. Dream big.
D: This is exceptionally drinkable and again, feels like Cask 200 Strawberry and Cascade Strawberry had some extramarital affair and dropped this tannic trub baby on the steps of the berliner orphanage to be raised under a different name. THAT SHIT SOUNDS LIKE A NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE NOVEL THAT COULD HAVE BEEN. At any rate, I saw the brewpub ratings for this brewery and expected this to be a bowl of anus dipped berries, but it is actually really tasty. Go to Healthy Spirits and ask to see the spot on the shelf where these used to sit, light a candle, make a day of it.
Alright fine, I can hear the preemptive bitching and moaning from the sugar water contingency already: “WE DONT WANT TO SEE THIS WE WANT THE NEW REVIEW OF PRAIRIE APPLE BRANDY NOIR GOD WHAT IS THIS DONTDRINKWHISKEYEYEYYEYE” and all those tired rejoinders. That’s fine, we will be back nutsack deep into describing the same old shit over and over, but these little respites and forays into firewater are for a small segment of DDB degenerates. Thanks in advance to WHYNOTZOIDBERG for sending me this elusive lil minx, bottles of this are currently clearing $400 in secondary markets so for a rounder I owe him like $30.77 in ZJ’s, by my math.
So what is this and why should you continue to not give a shit? It is a 140 proof wheated bourbon, named after a bottler who allegedly invented wheated bourbons. Every brand usually has some nuanced approach to naming it after some stilljockey from the past and Buffalo Trace decided to crown their most ridiculous wheated offering on the top of old WLW’s head. This is the most sought out bottle in the Buffalo Trace Antique Collection and it seems like no one even really opens these as it serves as a super strength Pappy alternative of sorts, except that this is far superior to the Pappy line in my opinion. BUT THIS IS A BEER SITE WHO GIVES A SHIT AMIRITE.
BUSTING OUT THAT MICRO LENS FOR MY SMALL SECONDHAND POVERTY POURS
William Larue Weller, Buffalo Trace
140.2 proof (70.1% abv)
A: This doesn’t come across as dark as George T Stagg, but presents a radiant maple syrup aspect with tints like a dark apple juice. It looks deep amber and sheets the glass with the most massive of legs, deep squats, solid form.
S: I was bracing myself for some nose scorching like Stagg Jr, or ECBP but it never lit me up in that fashion. It never develops into a full burn on the nose and instead imparts a huge cinnamon, butterscoch, Skor Bar, nougat, and finishes with piles and piles of attic, saddle, and potpourri. It is intense and massive and if they sold this in aerosol cans, 8th graders would be taking whippits of this from underneath the bleachers. You roll back in to Algebra reeking of toffee and trying to learn how to multiply polynomials.
I MAINTAN HIGH BOURBON STANDERDS
T: Right out of the glass: fuck no, my baby palate cannot drink this neat. I let it sit for 20 minutes to think about what it has done, just like all my bourbon parenting books has suggested and it still has learned zero lesson, doesn’t give a shit. Hot as Tennessee William’s nutsack. I don’t want to basic bitch myself into a Weller 107 with water so I apply an eye dropper to it and hit the sweet flavor zone, like deep concentrated Pappy 15 on sick gear getting mad swole. You get nutmeg, big red gum, this massive viscosity like floral Robitussin, and one of the longest finishes on a bourbon that I have ever tasted. It lingers like deadening novocaine and oak on the bitter zones. It is admittedly awesome and I can’t for the life of me understand why anyone would seek out any bottle of Van Winkle over this. It presents a blank palate for you to tweak to your profile preference without being some proofed down stepped on shit dictating what you can handle. DubbELLdubb is one of the finest bourbons I have ever had and dominates the EXXXTREME proofed range.
Posting a misguided bourbon review, dont care who sees.
I would seek this out, but expect to offer up 6-7 solid brewery only releases for this $80 bottle that was distributed across America, expect the WLW to have a higher bottle count than any of the beers you may try to offer up. YOU KNOW THE RULES.
U kno the drill
Have fun explaining who pediobear is to your co-workers and relatives.
I don’t need to sell these. My life is a big enough trainwreck already. Why the fuck am I even bothering.
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