What a strange beast we have here. This isn’t quite bourbon, but the secondary cask finishing makes it seen like a tawny port or a sweet scotch. The nose is kettle corn, brown sugar, Carmelized pear and odd touches of peat.

The taste is smokey, tannic of American oak, char, sweet vinous character like young cognac, a mellow heat that lingers into a pine and cort of firewood resonating like a scotch. It is admittedly an odd hybrid and nothing about this screams bourbon or even a corn mash at all.

It is complex and decadent and unlike anything else I have tried, a perfect bridge for people well versed in other spirits looking askew upon the bourbon world.

2004 tomme Arthur Saisons,

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Stoked for this one.

Finally getting around to knocking out these BA top 250 hoppy holes. Those ticks are always ephemeral will O wisps that dematerialize as soon as you see them. If you don’t believe me , go try and land a fresh growler of fuzzy baby ducks. I STILL HAVENT TICKED THEM DUXXX!!!!

This is in the same vein, those Vermont ballers who wear regal imperial purple robes and unabashedly demand sub 1000 count brewery only beers really push the limits of anal fissures in trades.

But is it worth it tho?

In a word, yes. In a few words, if you don’t have a world class borderline TIPA at your disposal. The appearance is beautiful in a nonstandard/BJCP disqualifying manner. It is radiant orange and turbid with frothy carb like that lemon merengue she asked you to pour on your nips that one time.

The nose is resinous and sticky in a grapefruit garnish with a tangerine pith like them lil Cuties in the bag. It is a bit hefty with a honey and light crystal aspect to the nose. Kinda like if you did weight reduction and roll caging to Hopslam. No more doughy tipa, this is an overstated but substantial dipa that may seem a bit off kilter but still alluring.

The taste has less sweetness and is better for it. It isn’t exceedingly original in the fruit and tropical aspects, but the mouthfeel is sticky and has a fresh cut lumber aspect of earthy woody bitterness, that actually is awesome. It provides a layer of depth to what would otherwise be a Knee Deep offering.

I prefer heady but this is the XL version that seems to be a touch out of step with refreshment but adds a depth so you give it a sly nod and let it date your daughter despite its clear girth.

If you can cut a decent deal, by all means get this massive dipa. The average person though, it’s tough to bite the horse bit and have your leg sawed off at the knee for what Vermont traders demand for these limited cans.

Really dro, but not straight drop uncut like Ephraim et al.

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With almost no exceptions, Jester kings offerings across the board remain intensely drinkable and delicious. This batch 12 of Petite Prince may have a punitive price point for what is essentially a second runnings table beer, but if you can overlook the economics of things, you have a very refreshing 2.9% crusher.

Michelob ultra is getting shit on when this is like 80 calories a pour and tastes infinitely better. All the farmhouse with a touch of lemon and no heft or grist to the body. Sometimes you want that watery saison closer, like when you reach for Avril, limitlessly laudable and pairable.

Don’t blame me I voted for General KRAGG

Expedition with one year on it is better. There I said it.

I don’t need to tell you this, but I hate rauch anything. When I heard “smoked saison” I had chilling nightmares of Jester King salt lick and my butthole constricted like a sea anemone.

Rest assured, this is DuPont we are dealing with here, and this beer is actually very solid thick fit tight. The carb billows out in an excessive showy fashion, cumulus clouds clinging to the glass atop an amber body that shines like a new penny. Looks pretty good so far, almost more akin to a biere de garde really.

The nose is a huge waft of smoke, black and milds, humidor ashtrays, and toasty robustos. It segues into a lightly musky and tart for of Fuji apple and pear finish that pulls you both ways like when your only son asks to join the gymnastics team to do the floor routine. You are Torn.

The taste is solid DuPont through and through, the smoke puts on a little preamble but exits promptly and it is back to farmhouse business as usual immediately thereafter. There is a wonderful cornbread and lemongrass opener that is refreshing with a peaty smoke component that, while not pleasant on the nose, adds a scotch complexity that is oddly phenomenal.

So is this worth it? Assuming this hits that reasonable pricing g spot of all the other DuPont offerings in the $10 range, I would hit this all day long. It is refreshing and complex but won’t knock you out or present a litany of odd phenolic smoke components. Iris both interesting and also the same old DuPont you have grown accustomed to, and that is quite the combo. Break up the smoke and blaze it up.

“I like adjunct lagers and shirts that look like the wallpaper from a 1970s hunting lodge. These are my interests.”

If you follow DDB, you may recall I was a huge prick and ripped into this beer upon it’s first release 18 months ago. I am now revisiting this ratchet to contrast my previous cockery to its current state of affairs. I mean, coffee abraxas was the best of the abraxii tribe so it just didn’t make sense. HOW DID IT GRIND MY BEANS SO HARD?

Upon further examination I realized a few things:

1. It isn’t as shitty as I initially exaggerated
2. The acidic roast on the b2 is gone and leans more towards a nutty toastiness. More barrel presence. More of what my initial expectations were.
3. I previously drank ba sump right after morning delight, arguably the best coffee beer ever made, so anything is gonna taste like Folger’s afterbirth by contrast
4. B2 ba sump is actually a pretty tasty beer but doesn’t toe the ledge of greatness in the way that BCBCS and ba speedway do. Perhaps it’s a touch thinner, less balanced, and seems less substantial, but the b2 is a vast improvement over the first bottling.

All in all, it is certainly worth your time but the high cost of entry maybe buy your kids diapers instead. Maybe child protective services will get off your back if you don’t have khaki stained teeth and Burn Notice on your dvr.

Obviously, we don’t agree on what’s obscene.

What is obscene is how intensely drillable this saison is. Beyond that, it actually presents an interesting yeasty lemon lime ester profile like a Punnett Square, the offspring of Jester king and fantome Printemps. It remains juicy and never too drying, a light creaminess like a torrified wheat to the body. The swallow finishes with some tangerine and a cucumber water refreshment. It never overstays its welcome and closes swiftly, dropping a business card in the fishbowl, welcoming your palate for another deep pull.

While not overtly complex or maintaining a top tier musk, you would still swipe right on Tickdr and get this inside of you with no regrets.

You could even introduce Casey to your mom for a round.

Small yet powerful in a meaningful way