Holy damn, my Uli cherry has been properly shattered. This is distinctively drie to the fullest, intensely musky and orange rind scissoring with a compost funk and tartness akin to doesjel. It isn’t intensely acidic but leads with an earthy foot and oakiness than lingers lovingly.

I think this was one of 85 bottles so, seek this out, or go land zomer and Herfst. You don’t even give a fuck, let’s be honest.

This is how I viewed my beer life before I tried Uli schwag

It’s either a massive wheat with crazy hops or a resinous turbid Hf offering. Either way: boner achieved.

Usually these offerings are a malt curious hoppy offering still experimenting with their oily orientation. Am I an American barleywine? Who knows. This TIPA knows what the fuck is going on. Clean, nimble, intensely oily and resinous like floral fragrant bong water from the stickiest of ickies, this doesn’t push the vegetal aspects too hard and instead has a fantastic grapefruit and tangelo rind closer to it that dries and keeps the fusel notes from being fussy.

It is a touch away from RPM and PtY but it still impresses and stands out as el segundos best offering to date. The first bottle I would legit say “seek out” in lieu of “ask for as an extra.” If that delineation makes any sense.

Shocking I know, a TIPA that is actually moderately refreshing, someone call Knee Deep brewing ASAP.

Just because it is massive doesn’t mean it can’t result in straight comfort.

Dedication and hard work paid off this morning as several husky gentlemen fired up their Compaqs and crippled the internet in search of tart sugar water.

The hacker demonstration proved that Beer nerds are excellent at two things:

1) running the mile and
2) crashing websites

Wait shit. They are only good at one thing. More news as this story develops.

I have been seeking these god damn pizza boy bottles for years. Back in 2012 “afternoon delight” which was apparently a saison then according to ba, hit the top saison list. I even emailed the owners of Al’s of Hampden and shook the alms cup to review one of those bottles and straight up got the heisman. As I well should, indigent ass DDB pleading for charity.

So anyway, this beer tears acidic ass all over the place like sour in the rye kumquat, intensely puckering but a touch of gritty gristy keeping things from redlining too hard, them VTEC revs. It is endlessly tangerine and tastes like those translucent orange jolly ranchers and adds a massively citrusy Jamba Juice fruity pith like lemon zest.

The musk is absent but you know, that’s fine because this delivers so hard on that grapefruit and stone fruit aspect that you feel like it’s just straight tart sorbet. Flaming fury nods approvingly from the rafters as the young prodigy turns a tight pirouette those tight tangerine calves pulsing with power and pushing the limits of balance until…

It sticks the landing coated in intense pithy orange rinds.

it’s almost that time of year.

There is a tired pejorative in the farmhouse world that is casually applied to basically anyone pushing Saisons “oh that’s Hill Farmstead lite.”

I don’t think that moniker either flatters HFS nor is it appropriate for the vast majority of exceptional farmhouse beers coming out these days. Notwithstanding, I don’t know anyone who could in clear conscience opine that this world class beer is LITE anything.

No one is shocked that a blend of god tier Saisons produces a Thanos earth ending infinity gauntlet of rustic power. This isn’t exceedingly acidic and provides a gentle orange Julius creaminess that pairs perfectly with an apricot and wheat grist. The mouthfeel is the absolute star here and just short of Ete and Ann, I can’t recall a beer that does it this well. That’s not to say the beer itself isn’t ba cellarman meets the awesomeness of cask 200, it is, but the composition fallacy is not in play here as the blend is greater than the sum of its components. It is simply an outstanding beer without any real analog.

Some might say it is akin to Anna other could say it’s a frothier ba cellarman. It has a touch of the dryness of Art, but again this stands on it’s own in execution even beyond the scope of the noteworthy Sara beers im within their already stellar catalogue.

I have had a few Saisons in my day and this is decidedly one of the absolute best, without question.

My saison urges cannot be restrained. I will seek these offerings without respite.

I get that different breweries service different markets and differing palates. I get that.

Notwithstanding, this brewery serves the Torrance community well in that the tasting room is packed, the beer is priced well, and if you aren’t a condescending asshole, you will probably tolerate their offerings.

If you don’t give a dog’s dick about beer in general, the can glasses are probably cute and you will enjoy the large servings and go home to watch King of Queens or some shit.

That being said, DDB is clearly not their market. Their only tolerable offering was their flagship beer, Double Trunk, which is kinda like a maltier more trifling version of Double Jack. That’s where the fun times end and the scrotum stretching begins.

The session IPA had a latex meets DMS waft to it that you hope would discontinue at the nose but the taste is a cloying rubber meets vegetable like you tried to inflate a life raft with your mouth.

They had a blood orange brown ale with cocoa nibs and vanilla bean, and this is where things get really dicey, at first I thought they completely nailed a butterscotch and- oh fuck that is diacetyl. There is no way that beer doesn’t have a virulent colony of see’s candy bacteria just tearing ass all over this Funky Buddha Shasta brew.

The kolsch was innocuous and forgettable, which is a saving grace all things considered.

I better white wash this some how, the staff was friendly and attentive, super nice, very knowledgeable and the facility was large and had a nice layout with the impressive canning line in full view. There were several red faced patrons who seemed to enjoy the blood orange brown ale very much.

And I am an asshole.

Take a nuanced gentle dark sour like I see a darkness, or civil disobedience 4, then ramp it up, put 24″ rims on it, add an ethanol aspect and finish it with ten cans of aquanet

This is overstated and while interesting, not worth strangling a brewer over . It’s a mediocre albeit at times, off putting dark sour you can bring home to mom.

It isn’t exceedingly funky but it does have a nice bright acidity and sort of cherry skin dryness on the nose like cherry blossom more than cherry fruit. The taste is clean and has a prickle of lingering tartness but never goes over the line, gripping your sisters ass or anything like that. The carb is silky and fine and each sip leaves a sort of indifference towards the next, making this beer intensely easy to drink but not exactly a paradigm shift in the world of krieky exploits.

I like funky gold better, but this is a welcome offering in the lineup. Even when the alesex is a touch underwhelming, you are still getting it in, and there’s something to be said for that.

DDB is pioneering the conjugation humor world.