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@cigarcitybeer Cigar City Catador Club Website Completely Rekd Again by Malevolent Diabetics

BREAKING NEWS:

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So Cigar City’s Catador Club, a motley assemblage of furious F5 refresh masters, has amazingly shattered the website for bottle sales, once again. This time is took place even for a fictional pint under pretend conditions. This group will disembowel a server for a mere pint of Tocabonga red, just imagine what they can do to your Snapchat account. It would be like the Fappening times 1500.

The page refresh abilities of these monsters cannot be reasoned with, their power is unknowable and overwhelming. Countless Templars fused to create this army of mouse clicking Archons, whose very essence is grinding websites in their ever hungering maws.

It’s like in shitty action movies where some lab engineers a super soldier and, oh fuck no way, they can’t control it, has science gone too far. Cigar City assembled an elite team of ex World of Warcraft athletes who seek massive stouts for succor. The Florida deep water Everglades has produced this mouth breathing army that will rip servers limb from limb in their hunt for liquid caloric comfort.

So their solution? Catador Lotteries for all bottle sales from now on. Cigar City simply cannot have these salami nipples pressed on their glass any further, the regular people are getting disturbed. One geriatric woman described their conduct as “a crying shame” however to be fair she expressed the same sentiment when the deli was out of rye bread.

Florida may only be second in Death Penalty executions, but they are easily #1 in page refreshing deviants. Let’s just hope the ale-based Powerball eludes their sweaty jowels. Godspeed, just leave the Orlando Nickelodeon studios in tact, for the love of all that is holy.

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You only Unicum once that’s the motto of the YOUcO

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@hillfarmstead We aren’t in Kansas anymore. We are in Vermont. I will miss you most of all, Scarecrow.

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I have been waiting literally, fucking, years to tick this elusive retired Golden Girl. In 2011 I had this Adam Jackson swerve where I wanted to hit all the HF offerings and no one in 2010 seemed to hang onto a Swingtop of this random saison offering. IMAGINE THAT. So I waited. Then I gave up.

So we have a dry hopped farmhouse ale, so far so good but how does this set itself apart from the litany of other Saisons in the HF lineup, longer than a list of Biblical kings. Well for starters this is probably one of the hoppiest Saisons that them Verde Mont boys have kicked out in a while. It almost reminds me of a muskier riff on Edward but with distinctively farmhouse roots.

The nose reminds me of montueka or mosaic hops, dry and earthy but a touch of romaine and lemon essence. It is hoppier on the nose than the taste would suggest and the taste follows suit with a lightly bitter opener akin to arugula or grapefruit pith, it sublimates into familiar territory with that distinctive Arthur/Anna aspect without the lemon and merengue going on. Instead it presents a sort of earthiness like doesjel or de Ranke XX bitter.

Ultimately this is a welcome refreshing entry that is like the “Herfst” to Anna’s Zomer. It isn’t as bright but feels more aserose and conifer in its panache. The carb is fantastic and the build quality of all HF Saisons is present, like when you buy a Ducati, regardless of the specs you know it is airtight engineering. This would be a fantastic gateway drug to your hophead friend who doesn’t know shit, and you want to help him to a life of fulfillment instead of ibu chasing.

Certainly worthy of your attention, particularly if you already enjoy the other entries in the series, this would be like Empire Strikes Back, some will call it their favorite and will make a compelling argument others may not agree with, but in the end it has undeniable complexity and charm.

FINAL jeopardy: it takes one of these to land Dorothy:

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@councilbrewing Nicene Saison, an incredible Gewurztraminer BA Saison that drinks like musky vintage Temptation. Delicious.

I know what you are thinking, “Gewurztraminer? Why are you doing this DDB. We aren’t post-menopausal homies with subscriptions to Sunset magazine.” Just stay with me here. You don’t have to be an empty nester who watches Mike and Molly to appreciate this phenomenal beer, just dig in for this farmhouse ride. It’s a bumpy, musky lil pumpkin patch, don’t fall out of the truck.

Them holofoil labels got me dusting off my Charizard

Them holofoil labels got me dusting off my Charizard

Council Brewing Co., San Diego, CA
6% abv Saison

CAPPED AND CORKED OH SHIT FANCIER THAN IGGY AZALEA

The commercial rub-down:

“650, 750ml bottles of Nicene were released on September 13, 2014. Nicene was brewed with traditional Saison ingredients to provide a rustic, bready malt backbone and paired with the tropical fruit forward wine and French oak notes achieved from the Gewurztraminer wine barrels. Over time, Brettanomyces and Lactobacillus will continue to develop the gentle sourness and earthy flavors. This Sour Saison was manually packaged with tremendous care and bottle conditioned with high carbonation for optimal enjoyment in a tulip glass.”

DONT TELL ME WHAT FUKN GLASS TO USE.

A: Whenever I pop a cap and then see a cork it’s like SORRY YOUR PRINCESS IS IN ANOTHER CASTLE. Once I got past the defenses, things got overridingly real. This cascades out with a silky fine carb that crackles forth like a broken washing machine and lingers with wispy frothiness not unlike those filipino foam parties you would attend in your youth. The malt profile looks like straight wheat + belgian pils, nothing too apeshit here. You have a mildly turbid creaminess to the appearance that looks like Sunny D, and everyone knows you want the D. Everyone already knows it.

It doesn't need to make sense.  It's a sub 1000 count barrel aged saison.  Ask questions later.

It doesn’t need to make sense. It’s a sub 1000 count barrel aged saison. Ask questions later.

S: This has a phenomenal nose to it and presents a sort of riesling spilled on Berber carpet. There is a musk of leather and saddle but nectarine and a sweet Chardonnay oakiness. I had never tried a GERWERTEZMENDER barrel aged ANYTHING before and I was suspect from the outset. I didn’t know if a saison would be the based candidate just because the overridingly sweet profile from the grapes COULD TAKE SHIT OVER LIKE WHEN DRAKE DROPS A LACKLUSTER 16 BUT THAT’S THE ONLY VERSE ANYONE REMEMBERS. This just soars on the olfactory profile and presents a welcoming peach pie cooling in the barn, straw and faint acidity while you do whip its and lay in the hay bales. Things are ultra cutty.

This is odd, but unquestionably welcoming.  Franch approved.

This is odd, but unquestionably welcoming. Franch approved.

T: Again, the G-spot barrels are phenomenal and present just the right balance of sweetness for the incredibly balanced acidity to make this drink like aged Temptation. If you have opened a batch 4 large format Temptation you will have an excellent idea of what I am talking about. This doesn’t go ultra lactic, it doesn’t put its pedio foot forward, it opts for a massive drinkability and leaves your gumline unmolested. The creaminess and anjou pear leaves a sort of fondue muskiness on the gumline that is difficult to approximate. It just works so well.

M: Again the cheesy creaminess and silky carb just makes this whole thing gentle as a basket of laundry fresh out the hamper; because that musk, homie. It doesn’t wipe out your jaw or recede your bitter zones, or give you rumble guts after a 750ml. If you have had some of the more nuanced american Farmhouse beers: Florence, Bernice, Jester King Biere de Miel; you will know exactly what I mean. It doesn’t need to hit you with a throbbing blue veined shaft of acidity or his that sub 3.0 ph to make its point. The whole experience is intensely pleasant and refreshing with a faintly alkaline hardness to the water profile that is awesome, gypsum on deck throwing up B’s and C’s.

Might as well spend your time drinking rare BA saisons, there are worse ways to defend your virginity

Might as well spend your time drinking rare BA saisons, there are worse ways to defend your virginity

D: This is highly crushable and a 750ml is easy to take down. If you have ever opened anything from Blaugies and then been like “where dafuq did all the ounces go?” you will know the saison sitch. Their base saison was tasty, a touch sweet and presented a pretty standard high ferm temp Dupont strain sort of profile but this takes things to a whole new realm. If this is characteristic of GERWAMSTRAINER barrels, then god damn, breweries need to start sourcing them hard, like Galoob ripping off NES code with Gamie Genie: THIS IS NO DERIVATIVE WORK.

FOR OLD TIMES SAKE, LET’S DO A NARRATIVE:

Narrative: It had been so long since the four arbiters of the canonical saison world had met. The yeast harbinger so adaptive, ever changing and immutably difficult to locate would seemingly never find time in his schedule to discuss the earthy matters and gristy concerns of the wheat delegate. Even less likely would be the union of the diplomate of Water, hard and pure, with the porous affiliate from the Barrel kingdom. Dire circomstances required a clarification of the saison creed. So many faiths and splinter sects had denatured the Wallonian teachings from the initial farmhouse apostles and the populace was crying for clarity and canonical guidance. The musky gavel rapped the wood lightly and Water brought the counsel to Order, “ggeetttnnnllleeemennn, weee neeedd too dessshcccieeddeee-” he began and was immediately interrupted by Yeast, “oh for fucks sake, can anyone but Water preside over these proceedings? Listen to him. COME ON.” The gathering had begun with a glacier paced discussion of monoculture additions to secondary fermentations, enough to put even Barrel to rest. The faith in Farmhouse Culture was dying, and people were increasingly converting to a acetic faith. Something needed to be done to restore the Wallonian truths set forth some 325 years prior. Finally, after days of grueling work, and the interjection of sweet servant grapes, the Council of Saison had developed an immutable creed for the masses to adhere to without question:

“We believe in one Saison, the Farmhouse almighty, fermenter of all things visible and insoluble
and in one strain, the Son of yeast, the essence of the Father, wheat of wheat, water of water,
housed in earthly sanctity of oak, begotten, not made, being of one substance with the first Saison.

By whom all saisons were made, in primary and secondary fermentation, Heaven and Earth,
who for us, Saisons were made incarnate and sent to earth for man

Through high fermentation temps, which would kill or denature ordinary Sacchromyeces, yeast suffered and after the 21st day, rose again

From thence all saisons shall come to judge the quick and the dead ales, the impure libations, those weak of spirit and character

and in the holy fermentation Ghost.”

Less than 60 years later brewers would again engage in sectarian violence over the meaning of “fermentation Ghost,” but that is a tale for another tome.

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@councilbrewing Bully Pulpit IPA, there is a teeming cadre of mediocre SD breweries and these guys continue to impress by rising above those other spots phoning it in.

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Ah Council brewing, these minxes continue to fly under the radar in no part due to the what, THREE THOUSAND BREWERIES, in the US today. But what of this new IPA? Anything to twist your nips over?

At the outset, This has an unusually dark srm to it which set my complaining meter abuzz. But them again this growler is a full 10 days old so maybe I am the asshole. Maybe it was radiant and beautiful at the outset. Who knows. At any rate , it’s not particularly beautiful but, people still drink Bell’s Oracle every year so nothing surprises me anymore.

The nose is a sort of bell pepper, cracked peppercorn, honey and a resinous piney finish to it the seems to lean hard on a mosaic profile but with an inclination to showcasing those top end alpha oils.

The taste is dry and presents a touch of initial sweetness that transitions to a lightly floral and arugula type of dankness like them red hairs brooooo. Sticky dabbers, that dryness is straight vaping in the airport status. It is incredibly drinkable and the abv is beautifully masked. I could see this pairing so well with Indian food or just crushing this before you ex shows up to pick up his box of shit because who does he seriously think he is anyway, you’re better off without him.

This isn’t as good as gavel drop, but it serves a less worn path, a nuanced sort of consumer who wants an imbalanced resinous IPA that drinks exceedingly clean and cuts those cones aggressively.

If nothing else, this is certainly a brewery to watch, shit it’s better to watch than your binge marathons of The Good Wife, do you really even like that shit?

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@sideprojectbrew Grisette is superior to Lady in Grey and might be better than the last batch of Clara. Outstanding Grisette toe to tip.

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Side project is a brewery known more for panache in execution and excess in monoculture rather than nuanced gentle representations to style, so a soft biere de pays gave me pause knowing their bold framework of tart farmhouse ales. This did not disappoint and is executed in a strangely restrained fashion out of comport with the rest of their catalogue. The nose is pear and peach blossom, a touch of lemon zest and a faintly brackish salinity in the waft. The taste is exceptionally refreshing and evokes Carmelized pear, lemon merengue, fresh cut grass and a sort of Riesling oakiness that is soft and diaphanous on the gum line. The acidity never oversteps it’s boundaries and serves as a supporting character rather than chewing the scenery. The mouthfeel is like biting into a fresh nectarine and washes away clean with a hard alkaline profile that leaves nothing residual on the palate and begs for larger swallows.

It’s hard to beat sweet succor and jokes when something is this gentle and well done, I could go for some midget porn references or try and work up some child skin callbacks, but we shall live to yuk another day. Suffice it to say, this is a phenomenal beer and oddly the most overlooked from the Side Project releases, which is quite the travesty.

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Lone Pint Yellow Rose is tied for the best IPA to ever come out of the south: cockstaggering and delicious

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My love for NODA hop drop n roll is well documented, we need not revisit those deep piles of Eros at this juncture. This is the first ipa to come from the southern United States, [inb4 “Texas is a republic gods country ain’t not the south nowhere like it on earth can’t call it the south the annexing was improper president Harrison was a snake oil grifter” and all that shit] since HDnR that came out the gates swinging with such hoppy panache and citrus aplomb that I couldn’t help but rank the two abreast.
This beer was still delicious and it was sent across the country in a fucking cherry Pepsi plastic 2 liter. Think about that. The carb was gentle and foamy with a light creaminess like HF Edward, the look was a full brassiness that wasn’t radiant but seemed poised to judo chop your jugular with alpha oils.

The nose is a deep bouquet of grapefruit, lemongrass, pine, tangelo, and a hint of nectarine with a light honey finish. It is phenomenal and you can huff this like those Lemon sir marks a lot markers from your youth. The taste is nimble and clean with a lingering stickiness to the mouthfeel like a baby Hopslam, a touch of agave and deep citrus pith, the whole affair is refreshing and simultaneously substantial. It is distinctively west coast in execution and transplanted immaculately, like a first growth taking to nitrogen fixation as though it were native soil. If you are a botanist, I will allow yoga moment to clean the cream out of your jeans from that last simile.

This is not only worth trying, it is worth actively seeking out as there likely won’t be a readily available local analog to this phenomenal IPA. Highly recommended.

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Just grip that growler hard, caress the foamy opening.

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1995(?) Fantome Li Djerinne, a beer made for the club des jeunes, but now they straight tous grandi.

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Look at that muddy hen, all oxidized and laying in the pooling damp earth insouciantly. This is a dirty ghost that doesn’t use deodorant but is old enough to make it’s own decisions. The carb held up nicely for these 19 years and the HP bubble jet label is looking stately.

The nose of this beer exhibits a good amount of cork, plywood, a slightly bready and yeasty profile like over ripe banana and a light metallic finish. The taste has a caramel aspect up front that lingers into a mineral/Fuji apple light tartness that is pretty pleasant. The entire affair has a musky canvas tarp draped over it, exhibiting an attic love that only fellow antiquers will appreciate. If you stroke it to storage wars and love rooting around in the hulls of frigates, this oaky oxy adventure might have the musk levels you require.