Their stout program is pretty universally unfadeable, but those toppling boys hit the Goliath spot with hoppy offerings? I was skeptical as first given the rose colored glasses those land locked states place on their reviews, tossing out five spots like amateur night at the gentleman’s club. But rest assured, this is ultra legit.

I say this commenting on a subtle style that needs to both remain anomalously refreshing but also walk the razors edge of hoppy complexity. This Millenium and falcon combo hits in a similar fashion to kerns winter ale, albeit thinner and a touch more malty. It has a geeked up tangerine and tree trimmer nose to it with a fresh sappiness and dry floral notes to the closer. It isn’t the citrus bomb the package promises but delivers in a more dry and faintly grapefruit aspect that is more bittering than juicy J.

It is unendingly drinkable and falls closer to the hoppy birthday pin that the zombie derst contingency would probably like, but the depth makes this a noteworthy pale that is distinctly non-IPA in execution. A feat in itself.

Grassy meets tropical got me fully triggered.

Bonus points if you know this last gen game.

This is like the halfway house between St Lam and Blabby, stepped on with Anna. To be succinct: it is probably one of the best beers I have had this year. Highly drinkable, efficient and delicate acidity not giving too much, but complex with tannic berries and musk.

It is endlessly quaffable and the bouquet resonates like a farmers market with that sophomore crush before you’re all into finger banging. The pure years. It doesn’t run down that excessively acidic path and maintains a distinctively saison backbone with a berry chinDo fucking your palate to full juicy fulfillment.

I hate using cardinal or ordinal breakdowns, especially for Sara or these other farmhouse slanders but, this is easily one of the best beers that they have made. I say this having had a good number of them, this is worth every bit of the hype that it has not received.

Keep this our secret, let those assholes chase Life is like or whateverthefuck. You and me and them berries make three.

Getting trolled with boxes regularly.

LOL, pictured above, reasons why trading on reddit is so dope. I didn’t edit that, that’s seriously one undiluted dude’s contributions to the beer world.

Hot damn, time to put in work

Jester King biere de Miel, it’s like Anna with matte black door handles and cloth interior. Still a floral tasty treat with a touch of honey nut that will test your tummy. It has a light lemony acidity that works well with the splishy mouthfeel and subtle sweetness to the swallow that lingers like huffing bath and body works off of a college sophomore. Wait wut

The wheat grist has a pleasant Brett meets lactic, HF space docking with Cascade while Prairie runs the Alexa rd pulling close ups. You know the type of smut, naked unprotected farmhouse romps that are over way too quick because you bring that 750ml to a lemony full completion. You get some nice tropical starburst as it warms and the musk increase congruently. you could pop this with that hair dresser you secretly want to smooch but you are too much of a beta pussy to do so. Rely on this beer instead of your Gundam personality.

Every one in Austin just gets ratchet, stroking pecs and squeezing saison tatties.

Jester King orange and grapefruit Provenance is far better than the ratings would suggest. Dry, juicy seeason with bittering and mineral finish is as refreshing as sitting on a jacuzzi jet. This reminds me of when I jizzed in my pants over Cisco island reserve and no one supported my deviant viewpoints. I really liked this and feel that maybe these myeh “4.0” ratings are based on an inundation of great Saisons recently.

OR MAYBE ITS BECAUSE IT GUSHED ALL OVER MY GRANITE LIKE A PLEASURE FACTORY.

Can’t wait for some cockgardener to point out that Temptation is a wild ale.

If you love melange 3, then you will probably be “myeh” about this. The smoke levels out some of the sweetness but as a trade off, it red rockets ropes of sticky smoke and charcoal all over your face. You will likely just long for M3 or even smooth criminal over this offering , unless you like people working over your rauch spot. There are people who pay top dollar to have their rauch spot violated.

Overall, pretty okay, single digit penetration and the fragments of a stellar beer marred by the relentless molest of smoking wood

There are more ridiculous ways to protect your virginity.

The SitR pineapple coconut takes the old tropical model to levels only a Samoan eating jolly ranchers could imagine. You get a lightly oily mouthfeel that burns off instantly with the acidity and fantastic pineapple loads that you willingly take to the face. It is unshockingly a welcome variant on an already established pedigree that satisfied beyond the acidity of some other iterations and provides a level of refreshment not attendant to the ph3 forward entries in the canon.

The Mai tai is very much the same albeit more JUICY JUICY in presentation. I like it more simply because it is unabashedly the most poised and pristine poolside ale this side of crushable Live Oak hef. Not exceedingly acidic and leans a touch more to the sweeter profile, but not cloying and finishes thin and tart.

If they release these on bottles I will be like-