Holy fuck this is horrible. If you have a conjoined mongoloid baby that was uncle Jacobs and Black Tuesday and rolled it in cigar ash you would have this fusel disaster.

In the late 2000s tickers would put up with this and flex this abv shit like they had J’s on. These days people LOL and drink actually tasty beer, not this Brewdog bullshit parlor tricks.

We get it, you have access to dark malts and wanna do a 12 hour boil, I can hit a diner at 3 am and get ultra salty chicken noodle soup, that doesn’t make them culinary masters .

In sum , this beer continues to disappoint on profound levels and even undergrads can’t appreciate this because it is cost prohibitive. This beer is for no one except Europeans who wish to approximate dark lord

Pictured above : things I would rather do than drink this beer

Alright admittedly, Beachwood’s farmhouse game isn’t their strongest muscle group, their hop biceps get full pump and them stout quads be shredded. But this my friends, is truckbawlz legit. They overhauled their traditional Westmalle yeast profile in favor of this exothermic Funkwerks strain that falls in line with the saison lemon pepper variety and just crushes clean like lemon zest with white peppercorn and a subdued floral grassiness from the SaaZ. If Avril did mad cardio and got svelte as fuck , you’d get this lightly acidic banger that is endlessly crushable .

Gose is like a size 5 compared to this double zero spinner, with way less salt. If you dig Stillwater classique please seek this out, you can drink this while overseeing your child textile workers, it can quench the deepest thirst of the most prolific human trafficker .

Seems legit. I don’t have a prestigious ass poly sci degree but I can appreciate beer

I just wish the shitty reviews would get posted the week after darklord day, instead we get ultra forthright homers 6 months after the fact with shit eating post-offload grins shrugging their shoulders talking about “WHEN I WAS SIXTEEN BEERS DEEP AT AN OUTDOOR BEER FEST MY 1oz POUR WAS SOOOO GEWWWDDD”

Berry booty bangers got me fully plump ready for picking. This overlooked entry in the scope of the already neglected stellar De Cam lineup usually gets criticized for bottle variation, but this one is on and going in deep. There is a clean musk on the nose with berry tannins, farmers market in spring , floral esters and crisp acidity, the sweetness is akin to fruit roll ups and red gushers with a lingering tartness that isn’t overbearing but packs balance.

Is this better than rose de Geeezus? It’s less over the top but exhibits the berry profile better. In short it is better fresh but the loonz hold up better over time. Either way you gettin juiced and left with sticky rosy red hands

Must. Not. Fap. To this koolaid juicer

We have a nacho bar you can build you own nachos even if you want the salad bar items on nachos we allow that what other place can you get a steak and eat self made nachos while you wait even if you want soft serve ice cream first LOL you can do that it’s sizzler not Golden Corral we don’t judge you or tell you how to live your life brb microwaving popcorn shrimp don’t tell Stacy my manager she’s a stickler LOL!

I know my hater cadre of acrimonious beer fans will cry foul and rampant homerism, but seriously, this is really delicious. It is clean and washes away without residue or needless sweetness and exhibits a chive and shallot dryness in the finish. The light tropical aspect works well with the grassiness and increases the highly drinkable nature of this refreshing beer.

Parade out your tired euphemisms about Golden Road or the can design, but Jesse killed it with this one and the product is undeniably phenomenal

I heard nothing but waves or horror stories about this eccentric ass boo and never went full Tomer for it. This is at least a 2010 given the label, and it is as strange as ever. The herbs and dark malts have been pulled back and it has now aligned itself to the saison base tome that rocks Granny Smith apples, dry Brett B, musky dog bed, frothy substantial mouthfeel that coats like foamy cornbread and closes with a tart acidity .

Truth be told, pretty legit. With enough age all tomes hit this ethereal reality that only the most birch made can disaffirm.

Get an old one and start flexing on Stakem.

Mention this obscure offering around hardcore tomers and watch them give u them salty grins

Oh shit one single bottle per $700 hoarders membership? Simmering whalesauce pot on full balsamic reduction.

This is intensely oaky, ratcheted back sweetness in favor of a bruised peach and caramelized raisin profile that closes thinner than most of the other deviants.

I enjoyed this more than an average sucre deviant but less than Cognac. Is it worth the premium? Maybe if you have a raging alerection for all things brandy, love obscure old ale treatments or wanted to be on a serious mossberg swerve. It tastes very much like straight up brandy, except because it feels lazier and like it can dominate nautical trade for a couple of centuries and then fade into obscurity. You know them porty feels.

Seek it out but there are easier to obtain variants that won’t command such crazy swaps.

My face when I see another dipshit thread asking WHAT IS SUCRE WORRH IS IT WORTH $30 I BUY BEER WITH AN EBT CARD ALL I USUALLY DRINK IS DAUSY CUTTER IS THIS WORTH IT TO ME SIBJECTIVELY I NEED UR OPINION

Oh shit sweet Nana alert, them brandies be bangin harder than moesha. Not that the bourbon wasn’t dank and the rye even better, but this goes ultra HAM sandwich and smoothed out what tiny grooves were previously perceptible. If on the bourbon edition you didn’t like the herbal pralines and oak from faded hops, this candy coated fists you with a gentle caramel apple. If the rye was too prickly and you wanted a gentle smoothe texture, this is an R. Kelly discography of sticky toffee and malty brittle.

If Alesmith sends this to the Midwest like they did their other offerings: someone is getting pregnant. Or someone is going on disability. That 11% is LOl worthy and hits hard like an rx7 rotary engine full of toasted brown sugar and a liquid Patton monologue of power.

I don’t need to tell you to seek this out, I can already see a FT: old stock or some dumb shit coming down the pipes.

You can have a world class beer or you can have a Pringles horizontal. The choice is yours.

Faded and a touch over the hill, but still a pleasant tart and lightly oxidized jaunt into the aged AWA frontier. Well worth your time, but not performing road side HJs to obtain .