No idea what I am doing.

Business as usual.

This is oddly refreshing and substantial at the same time in the flavor profile, like something Central waters would cook up. While modern tastes have acclimated to ba barleywines being huge booze bombs with a ton of residual sugars, this is a more European execution within style and presents a welcome respite from those bw steeped in a caramel morass.

I liked it, the world kept on turning.

Oh those ultra-topical Ebola jokes keep on coming.

It is typical for Colorado to make amazing beers and not tell anyone. They are like the inverted paradigm of the Midwest, no hype, awesome product, not distributed to 14 states: just tasty beers that never seem to make it past the Rockies.

Well those of you who already have been secretly sipping Boulder and AC golden offerings, prepare for zero units of surprise. This is an exceedingly thin albeit svelte little table beer holding itself out as a muscley saison. And that’s fine.

To flesh out that thin frame a delicious tart cherry aspect has been draped around it like Lululemon yoga pants to cute and imperfections and it worked immaculately. The cherry is a gentle sprinter with a mineral finish like Canada Dry mashed with Pelegrino and is over before it starts.

If you want a soft touch and a smattering of grenadine in a farmhouse, Casey will take you there child.

This essentially pulled Westly down a notch across the board, except for that straight up naked juice purée on the nose. Either way, such a tasty coooooooveeeee, straight produce and acid.

Very tasty beers individually but Westly is overall just phenomenal

Everyone has been patiently waiting for this brewery to cast a shot across the bow into this coveted genre.

At the outset I need to say that this is exceedingly clean and highly attenuated to the point of toeing that Central Waters BBBW line of cleanliness. The nose is intensely cognac and toasted cream of wheat with brown sugar. It is very tasty and less substantial than the other BABW heavy hitters but still robust in the flavor profile.

The taste is caramello and werthers original with a wafty heat that will light up your chest like a couple pops from a 38 special. It isn’t exceedingly sweet, but it isn’t oaky and dry either. If you have had Blendiculous you will know how this feels.

If you hit this hard. It’s dangerous to go alone, take this.

I hate ordinal and cardinal lists, but let’s just get this out of the way: this is one of the best wild ales I have ever had. I don’t mean that in a complacent “throw this brewery a bone” sort of way. This beer is both substantial due to tannins and a frothy produce aspect that lets fruits ring out like a note from a Gibson SG, endless in scope and perpetually resonant.

The nose would be the best part if not for how good it tastes. It is a gentle full nelson of kerns juiciness, tongue kisses from a beautiful vegan suicide girl at a farmers market. The apricot aspects remind me of fruit leather from the tienda, exceptional Chardonnay dryness and a magnificent oakiness to the closer.

It never becomes exceedingly cloying or acidic and takes the west Ashley profile to ridiculous proportions. It truly is the Empire Strikes back to the New Hope of west Ashley’s focused approach.

Please share this. I urge you to try this as it will become a standard bearer for wild ales without qualification on par with CCK. It is simply that good.

OLMEC says “Fuk off beer blog, intentionally taunting readers”

It’s tough to say much either good or disparaging about such a wistful nymph. It glides gently on waxy wheat wings , the coasting proteins leave a light dryness and impart a subtle brackish element like a mind blowing Gatorade. That is perhaps a step below what I want to convey, it is endlessly light and crushable, an ethereal lightly lemon waft that is whole fulfilling.

What could you drink that is similar? Uhhh. Avril? Fuck. I don’t know.

Holy damn, my Uli cherry has been properly shattered. This is distinctively drie to the fullest, intensely musky and orange rind scissoring with a compost funk and tartness akin to doesjel. It isn’t intensely acidic but leads with an earthy foot and oakiness than lingers lovingly.

I think this was one of 85 bottles so, seek this out, or go land zomer and Herfst. You don’t even give a fuck, let’s be honest.

This is how I viewed my beer life before I tried Uli schwag

It’s either a massive wheat with crazy hops or a resinous turbid Hf offering. Either way: boner achieved.