Putting rum barrel nemesis in cans is so irresponsible and dumb I love it, even if it has dark pastry influences. The Oklahoma populace just getting negligently destroyed by the lake, children completely unsupervised.

Hopefully the oil is as good as the grain

God damn, huge 🚴 props to @benbikes4beer for hand delivering this nelson blast from the past to DDB MANOR. Keene Idea redefined what was possible in a pre-haze generation and continues to articulate what poise and skill excised from nelson hops is capable of. This was brewed at the old chili and waffle fries Alpine facility: no green flash interloping, Christian book store notes off the charts. It’s everything I loved about the old elusive bombers of Nelson, with a smattering of Fuzzy Baby Duck, greyhound grapefruit pith, light grands biscuit sweetness, long pleasant pine air wick swallow with a confrontationally delicious clementine finish. Mandarin oranges and 7th grader backpack, TOOL patches attendant thereto. This stands next to Ephraim and Pre-expansion Citra [perhaps Boy King] as the old guardians of hoppy excellence and perhaps the best that have ever been coned. This is an absolute treat and 2L isn’t close to enough. 

Jesus this box from @jwakefieldbeer is some of the most ridiculous shit I’ve ever received, with proxy from the Machete himself. Plus a fukn one off ddb exclusive bottle of Bake Azarashi, brandy barrel aged barleywine. Just completely apeshit and the label is so god damn funny. I can’t tell if they are trolling me but, fuck that’s good.

Ben Lavalley is a god damn malty Saint 

Hahah the notes are the best part, “i’m writing a letter to ddb, better tell him to go fuck a dyson attachment”

The toy is like the size of Kiwis entire body but she’s heavy into plush lagers these days

I knew I was in for a treat when the instructions literally tell you to lube up ur stick with cooking spray.

This brewery Wolfs Ridge don’t make no fucking sense. Usually I would say “pick a lane” but they swerve all over and put out okay items in some realms but then concurrently release one of the best doplebocks ive ever had and then do a ba rose hip and coriander saison that is excellent. So what do you even say. Stop doing anything that isn’t these gentle and focused ideas that are good? It’s a scatter shot that hits bulls eyes with other misses. How do you hit that mark so hard on the hardest styles and then completely whiff on something like a coffee vanilla cream ale? I have no idea. But a .333 grand slam is enough to keep Barry Bonds in the hall of fame no asterix. This brewery does some things, unrepeatable world class, and then everything else is just fine. This is squarely in the awesome realm. 

This beer is literally pale, like a person with no melanin. It’s almost like gray, taking this whole cloud shit to literal levels. The aesthetics of this makes Hoof Hearted look bangable by contrast but, does it put the rhizomes to the road? It isn’t just crackly pineapple juice, and shows a degree of maturity and conifer depth that rounds out with a modicum of grapefruit pith. It feel developmentally like some Rousseau Emilè blend of Monkish meets Tired Hands parenting and the child is none the worse for wear. The taste is spicy on the front end, capsaicin and apricot juice, crackly like EmergenC. The swallow is watery like the mouthfeel and exhibits all the clean albeit aquatic qualities of extreme dry hopping, which isn’t a neg, it’s just a truism of hop couture these days. Is this worth lining up overnight for? What kind of decadent life do you live where your time is both worth that little and you are seeking top tier luxury consumables, with a rapidly encroaching degradation attendant to them? This. Or anyone in the game really, but good sticky cans always get their cones stepped on the most because it’s supposed to be a style of accessibility and entry level weed palates. It’s exceptional but albatrossed with a culture of camping chair dumb fucks raising the stakes to sky high levels. It’s no ones fault except the dudes driving Chevy Sonics and opening 911 lease payment bottles on the reg, we have their shortsightedness to thank for god tier offerings and their inaccessibility. I’m tryna crush these danky ass milkers that government grade👏hop👏schedule 👏shit

Haters out here actin like we aren’t grinding drinking lemon meringue candles and crying and drunk dialing old crushes from yearbooks. I know it’s his parents old landline, like you didn’t want to kiss Landon? Fukn liar. I’m gonna stunt at my ten year reunion, guess who drinks slurry trubwhales and has a bagged Silverado on altezza smoked tailies? Yeah I see your Barefoot wine shit and Gerbers graduate baby pounding apricot ticks, but I’ll do you one better, four deep with my best bros and we all got hazy cans and we throw kickers every Thursday. Trent bought a fire pit and the dude we rent the townhouse from was ultra pissed taking about HOa and shit but guess what, i am not tryna do pills with the HOa, in tryna drink that sticky guava and meet an ex suicide girl, maybe u heard of them? That’s what I thought, ur in a Nissan Rogue I’m in this sick ass Del Sol with a b18 swap, prolly don’t don’t shit abt London ale III or vtec cams, that’s why I can trip balls at Joshua tree and use family leave (dads get fmla too and they don’t check) while ur like I dunno like inventing chemicals or some lame shit. Of course ur jealous we got the haze and ur girl got a swoopy hat and a sun dress talkin bout “broth ira” on some soup shit when we stay on boullion shit. If u think ur tight, ok simple test you got two kids but who smokes g13 strains? Exactly. Who gots cold air intake and all dry hopping. I live like this bc others can’t and if u try then buddy good frickin luck bc I got a chipped Silverado [5.7 corvette engine not bragging btw] I’ll embarrass u don’t try it. Haze for everything, they let me drink this in my GED classes I tell them it’s energy drink fukn noob ass instructor believes me.