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And all that.

You probably already know what these taste like by looking at them, simple wheat and cornbread German biers with awesome carb and a limited scope with wide applications.

These are marginally better than the readily available alternatives but that 10% improvement might be worth it to you if you were trapped in ice since 1996 and you still get rock hard for these styles.

The base beer is pretty good and exhibits a crisp highly attenuated profile not unlike Surette, some honey sweetness, oak, ginger, lemon, and slight musk like a carpet sample book holding hands with a lingering acidity.

The apricot is less complex but more dredging and drinks in the same vein as a jankier fou but in the best way possible. Stone fruits, tannic dryness, still maintains some esters but largely an low ph adventure kinda similar to JK Aurelian.

In a goldilocks twist, the peach is the JUUUUST right deviant with the acidity of the apricot and the sweetness and drinkability of the base beer. These are very good and I have heard almost nothing about these under the radar offerings, maybe they are hard to lock down, I have no clue. ISO thems. No homer.

This beer is very similar to the b1 except the off putting red wine tannic aspect that previously clashed with smokey profile has now been subbed out for a toasty bourbon treat that makes b2 a superior beer as a result, albeit less “original” in execution. The Subaru Baja is “original” but that doesn’t mean vaginas don’t smatter closed when you pull up in a car that looks like a shoe.

You can go read my original review of Barfly or you can suck these pangolin tits. Choice is yours

I honestly wasn’t expecting this cold stone creamery explosion of vanilla and sticky cake batter but holy hell this is incredible. I find most of the blends and treatments of this beer to be derivative or forgettable but this stands on it’s own as a vanilla masterpiece and I can’t stop flicking the bean. In lieu of ham fisted saccharine or a one dimensional adjunct extravaganza, this is the whole package of sweetness meets roast meets a barrel profile that is seamlessly integrated into the brownie batter finish.

Seriously phenomenal. I made a coovee of this with bcbs and the end result was superior to bcbvs, color me unsurprised in a shade of no fuck.

Papillon puppy pics always relevant

Lavender, lactic acid, oak, vanilla, rosemary , and cum

Intensely tart with honey body, dry Chardonnay mouthfeel, white grape and Anjou pear balanced with an exceptional acidity.

Pretty dank but, save your jokes, the carb is lacking. Srs.

Holy oxy green apple extravaganza, but in a musky funky masterpiece that only them Soy saucers can craft. There’s cardboard old attic yearbooks and record store sleeves, Brett L for days intensely lemon and musky Fuji Apple this turbid dusty dry mouthfeel lingers with a bitterness that is distinctively tome, but that age just cannot be replicated. Good stuff and then massive deuces due to the dregs.

Worf it

Finally Slayed this elusive ass ghost, proton pack holstered

Brb playing professor Layton

I blame Boon’s lackluster fruited lambic program for making them seem like a luxury Timmerman’s, but their Geuze/mariage/mega blend works are dank. For all the clit flicking over landing Cantillon Bio it always blows me away how many “normal” lambics get lost in the fray.

This is not exceedingly musky nor is it overly acidic either, it is the Yoshi of the goozie Mario Kart world. There is a touch of cheesy bitterness mixing with the lemon, French oak, crushed leaves, and tangerine slices.

At a bar that isn’t exactly bargain basement priced, a 750ml was only $18, just sitting there next to a framboise de amarosa that cost more . This is a steal and will age gracefully next to all your DIPA —> Barleywine project

Dream big.