This beer is like watching Pulp Fiction as infinitim, it just never gets old.

Hold on to your salami nips for this one, time to go heads up with one of the most endlessly complex barleywines ever crafted. This oxidized monster was spit from the mouth of Chronos and was destroyed by his own prodigy. After a lengthy respite within a rum prison, the already multifaceted Xyauyu brings a new depth to its flat, calculating demeanor, this bad ratchet rocks sticky waist high cutoff jorts and pops it low with crazy caramel sheeting and toasted creme brûlée juices.

The nose is comically endless like the conclusion of 2001: space odyssey it just keeps going and rampaging your psyche with each passing moment. There is a peanut brittle dunked in port sherry, a Carmelized raisin and bruised fig character, distinct brown sugar sweetness melded into the slick base like integrated cream of wheat dankness. A touch of cinnamon and fig rounds this out with an oakiness that screams for unrelenting vengeance against under attenuated offerings in the genre.

Some call this the “poor mans” Utopias and those are the pussypalates who probably neither paid for nor locked this down themselves. Them backyard tickers aka proxy ballers. If faced with the choice of one Utopias or 4 of these $50 500ml, xyauyu wins every time. The taste is so intense and overwhelming that anything lower than 60 degrees is straight online certified beer server shit. Open it up, pop those malty rounds and this barrel aged sks will light up your chest with some sticky carribean hollow points. The rum is present with a deep sweetness and toasted vanilla aspect that sustains like the blowoff from a MKIV supra, just blasting through each shift. Your lips get this Bubbleyum coating like Dr Pepper chap stick you can revisit in between sips if you hit the depths of that perversion.

Skull this solo and get fully turnt on that greasy Italian swagger

Honestly this probably should be shared but, LOL, look at the address bar, we know I don’t have any friends. It limit breaks hard on the complexity and omnislashes the drinkability but who gives a single fuck. Pour it and drink it like a fine port, or cork it and don’t do demonstrative attention seeking bullshit like bawdy glassware. I am just here to such Lefty Hyzer’s cock right off. It will hold up endlessly, the older these vintages get the craziest the seamless integration of the fusel notes become. Man what a fucked up sentence but not fixing that one. You get it, seek this out. Or keep it to yourself, or go to a n00b forum where everyone is swapping Black Notes like Daves and watch their eyes glaze over when you mention this obscure shit.

Fantastic, god tier barleywine without imitators or competitors in execution. Drop the money and get a pleasure factory, just don’t google that at work

Remember when I was looking for this shit in 2012? Pepperidge farms remembers.

That sticky long beach dank, well qualified to represent the LBC

Sweeter and drier out of the gates than some of the other biere de gardes, but honestly this style is all over the place, giving Hjs at northern French rest stops pell mell. There is a honey aspect and sweet agave nectar on first taste and a Chardonnay meets wheat profile on the palate, a light grassiness and estery waft adds complexity without taking it into apeshit Belgian tripel territory. Overall not the best example of the style but still a great entry into the farmhouse canon well worth your attention, if you can stop drinking BOMB for one fucking second. Some people call foul on this beer and say that it is a straight saison , given it is a fucking jizz shot away from Blaugies, but it comes across as distinctively boozier, lacking that saison JOO no Say quahhh. If you have been fucking with Sans Culottes for years you’ll know what I mean, that indefinable BdG reach around that pulls you to musky completion.

Dipshits will usually tell you it is made with daffodils and go off on a rant how it’s like pissenlit but that’s the reason you are here and lot listening to a Shelton rep suck his own dick. I heard it was named after the gardens, what the fuck do I know

Just look at this shit:

If your Fubu mesh shorts are not around your cankles after peeping the foregoing , maybe you should go back to Tank 7 and let the real farmhouse ballers through

This beer is exceedingly refreshing, clean hop oil closer is dovetailed with a light sweetness and Anjou pear at the outset, some grassiness to the swallow and all around dankness without going overboard on the shallot/garlic tones. A crushable tasty beer that you can sip on while being shamed by your ex wife because really does she have to bring this up while the Padres are on like seriously.

But srs need this in cans. Also wild Loma Prieta in cans. Srs

Gonna lose all my gains because T levels be dropping due to croosh ability of this beer.

This is one of the most substantial goozies this side of the Pajotenland and has a warm place in my heart not unlike those Wallonian super Saisons. The mineral profile is intense limestone and alkaline that goes well with the clementine, champagne vine, dry oak, intense brut character and an earthy finish like mushroom and orange slices. None of the foregoing sounds amazing but it really is phenomenal for the sheer lack of balance. This is the NOVA II with a crazy 350 swap. Mad burnouts. Admittedly this isn’t exceptionally drinkable but the musky ride is cheesy and acidic. Not the best goozie but absolutely worth your time, especially with a half decade on it, such funk, wow. Much puppy waft

Greedily tearing through Etre boxes and threatening toddlers

This year’s System of a Stout used a dark portola coffee roast which dominates in a massive roasty way that leans closer to the brandy tovarish end of the spectrum in an awesome JBM speedway style execution. The mouthfeel is a touch more substantial as well with less of the oak and brandy as a result but if you really want those Nana notes, let it warm to 60 and bust out the MAC makeup because this keeps it glamour.

In sum, fantastic beer that I am thankful has been relatively slept on despite its ultra legit reviews. More fancy sauce: for me.

Armenian coffee and Armenian brandy oak all up in a clean attenuated stout. You dealing a man’s hand and play them cards.

Man this was a surprise of the delicious variety. You get a slick cola and Dr. Pepper profile, sweet milk chocolate, vanilla, brownie batter, nougat and a bomb ass snickers taste in the finish. If you are thinking this is some southern tier shit don’t worry, it is clean and light enough to be nimble but delivers a decadent punch like Hershey’s syrup all over your lap at the no kill shelter. Everyone wants a piece.

I cannnnnn drink a 12oz of this but perhaps those old 25cl bottles are better suited, maybe I don’t shop at Lane Bryant so I don’t get down on as saccharine flows, but this is in the same vein as Ba sasparilla 666 with that candy shop tastiness, it will let you lick the lolly pop.

Just put it in your mouth. Don’t make it weird

I was expecting a Guillermo prunus or some Civil disobedience 4 shit, instead I got this sour porter with red wine barrel clashing with the Belgian esters, chocolate and lemon, red grapes mixed with toasted rye.

The whole affair just comes across like steak tare tare ice cream, melding of two things that didn’t warrant merging. Not recommended unless you wanna bang this just for the story

At least it gets planet eaters feided

http://www.twinsandthen.com/beer/blog/2014/7/2/kickstarter-shouldnt-be-your-brewerys-contingency-plan

It’s a super innovative look at the heeesdsdsddssssssririiiikkk-