If you were around in 2012, you might rememeber very single fucking brewery releasing a stone fruit sour in the fourth quarter: persica, v010, Chandelle, Fantasia, the list goes on.

This beer was criminally overlooked in the first release and skeptical naysayers bristled at the prospect of this being rebrewed in the same spirit. Fear not because batch 2 is ultra ratchet getting all the THOTs wet. The carb billows out in cumulus foam that subsides quickly revealing a radiant pineapple juice brilliance.

The nose is Odwalla gang bang extravaganza, clementines, cuties, apricots, a sharp acidity and muskiness like Brie rind.

The taste is more acidic and tart than b1 and it subsequently foregoes the sweetness of the original but repays that debt with a fantastic puckering the makes your o ring clench. It hits your lower mandible like apricot carpet bombs, crackling those bicuspids and drying the mid palate.

There is no real hype or steam behind this release and it is perfect for the taking, that nexus where taste far out scales public knowledge. Maybe a touch too low on the ph scale to lay a 750 to rest, or maybe I need to stop clapping my tits together and drink more beer.

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Yesterday we had a stirring discussion about diminishing returns and the comparative enjoyment gleaned from intensely sought out offerings relative to the old workhorses sitting on shelves. Kbbs got them tickers all half mast, vas deferens ready at the helm.

Today’s offering is a magnificent example of an accessible and delicious panacea to the ails of seeking out top shelf “luxury tier” stouts.

That’s not to say that Oddside is in some way a Shasta brewery purveying trifling wares, all of this is presented relative to the 6:1 trades we see for the likes of DB Huna and that progeny.

This is simply a very tasty riff on the same adjunct heavy stout game that everyone seems to want a part of. Adding chilis, vanilla beans, coffee and cocoa nibs to stouts is like standup comedy in the early 90s everyone wants a piece and the boom will last forever: OR WILL IT?

The look of this beer is clean and slim on the pour like Exxon Valdez Alaskan nightmares. It doesn’t maintain the heft and sheeting of say DBH or the ba mexy set but still holds it’s own with beautiful carbonation and spotty cling like ornate mahogany dresses at Forever XXI.

The nose is sweeter than standard offerings in this realm, more cinnamon and Hershey bar than barrel and chili, but variety is the spice of life and this is never cloying thanks to that Central waters-esque clean thin profile that closes the waft abruptly, it doesn’t linger like that one dude you just boned who wants to get brunch the next morning. You got shit to do.

The taste is the paradigm of balance and executes like Mega Man in marvel versus capcom, no cheap takedowns or ranged attacks here. It is big enough to fulfill it’s goals but not flabby or under attenuated like let’s say, several, Cigar city bottles. The taste exhibits the habanero on the back end and rolls prickly like a chocolate anesthetic. There is an overarching sweetness to this that might be off putting to some, but for the money and relative ease in acquisition you simply can’t fault this beer given how many things it is doing so well, particularly with that svelte mouthfeel that is the Paul Pierce to these Lebron palates.

So, unless you 1) have a shitty beer blog or 2) predicate yourself esteem upon opening rare bottles with other sweaty mouth breathers, there is no real compelling reason to constantly scramble after 1%er ticks when there almost certainly exists a comparable analogue most of the time. This is doubly true of most trades in the whiskey game as well. I know this because I tried pvw23 and am therefore now an instant authority in these matters. Whiskeronees abound.

In the end the result is the same, you are up at 2am watching 30 for 30 pushing lean pockets into your gaping rapacious maw. But it’s healthy bc LEAN bruh. This beer game is apeshit.

The pic is down here because it looks like shit. Bringing out of distro beers into the bar, ZFG rulebreaker, 30 rounds in the magazine.

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The game also included an extremely rare American wild ale

Man talk about clickbait tag lines. You got redirected to this shit. Massive trik, is acshilly berbin. Duble trik, acshilly rie.

A 13 year wheater with that 127 proof first run, not that Boosie 126.8 weak second bottling. Well hot damn, 51% wheat and the baller ass Bernheim profile to boot, things are becoming real in and around the field.

This looks great and admittedly looks a lot older than 13, and other iconic pedophile defenses. It is a touch darker than some of the younger wife wheaters but looks the part nicely.

I suspect people slept on this initially since phc7 was essentially just a baller version of Elijah Craig for three times the price. But god damn, the nose on this alone is gonna get those secondary values tumescent. The wheat gives it this butterscotch, werthers original, mallow and coconut. The waft is there on a deep inhale with a mild fusel burn with a deep huff.

The taste follows suit and keeps things legit with an initial caramel aspect that gives way to a creme brûlée shell and skor bar. The proof is distinctly barrel strength and is present on larger sips, it is a touch hot and I would suspect most people would give this a capful and then cheat on their wives because adding water to this is for cowards and ingrates.

If you can’t afford the crazy markup that WLW commands, this is the next best thing in that realm and it costs half as much as the infinitely more blasé lot b offerings at this point.

Let the foodie dipshits quibble over name brands, I will be loading wheat rounds up in this Chiquita.

Whiskey rides never last long enough, or way too long and you don’t make it where you wanna be

Whale whale whale what do we have here? One of the umpteenth releases from the PnW sour machine that people cant seem to get enough of. Sorry I passed community college English: of which enough people can not get.

So they have made Bus in more flavors than there are skittles flavors by this point, but this one seems to generate a honeycomb of buzz along with Blu Bu, so is this the touted vsb slayer that everyone in Oregon wants you to believe? I guess having an amazing pac12 team isn’t enough for this rapacious coffee swillers. They wants it all.

The look is amazing, straight Lisa Frank trapper keeper fuschia and magentas. There’s a deep royal purple and not expense was spared on the produce bill, clearly.

The nose is tannic and has a of boysenberry preserves. It isn’t exceedingly sweet and finishes with a brackish salinity on the nose in tandem with the clear acidity. Pretty rad but missing that floral burst of sweet spring nectar to get my pistil straight stamen.

Taste? Well it’s better than this lactic one dimensional acrimonious burner:

But I didn’t come here to rim you with axiomatic tautologies. You already knew that.

It is sharp at the outset and at cold temps doesn’t follow through with all the smuckers you were anticipating. You get the berry, a light lactic acid and a hard water profile streaking your gums with a fruity burn. It is decidedly more Cascade than New Glarus but again, far from being one note. It dizzy gillespies and provides a wide vibrato of puckering arpeggios and closes a touch salty.

Is this a vsb slayer? Certainly not. But I don’t think that was the intent. This is a notch below the crooked stave blackberry but still remains entirely delicious and shoulders above most berry sours in the awa at present. And the price, holy fuck, how do these guys stay in the black selling this top tier stuff for FICKING Lagunitas prices.

Seek it out, but don’t prolapse your berry hole because next month they will make 39 new variants anyway.

Get ur bae some awas for Xmas. Man up.

Where you are so dehydrated that it is painful to even handle a bottle of alcohol.

Dem feels

Do you like free associating and rambling while someone pours rare stouts into a French press? Well holy shit I really broke the mold with this innovative pile of wet garbage.

I promise to return the VEDEOS to that impeccable level of quality you have come to know and love, for now you are stuck with this nonsense.