Do they even make BCBCS or BA Speedway anymore?

This is a slightly acetic super Flanders with adamantium berry tendrils that has super healing properties. It’s a touch too acidic for my tastes and could use some balanced sweetness to the phX profile. It’s not that it’s dark, it’s just too unbalanced and the fruit gets overshadowed by some gum shuddering dryness.

As it warms it improves but the drinkability suffers throughout and the whole thing feels demonstrative over and above a solid go to sour which demonstrates poise like some of the Rare Barrel offerings or Wanderer.

It is far from a bad beer, but you’ll def want to share this 375. It’s an ambitious undertaking.

Super alpha to the max

God damn talk about getting serious depth out of that Brett L and Brett B intersection, this beer is like the crossing guard of that thoroughfare. Imagine squirt, with a lightly oxidized papery musk like wet break dancer cardboard and tropical notes that make starburst seem restrained in execution. It has a relatively still carb that crackles with life like pineapple pop rocks on the gum line.

Is this the most complex crooked stave offering to date? Perhaps not but god damn is it refreshing and endlessly drinkable. You would be doing yourself a disservice of you didn’t push your tip in this wanting stone fruit bunghole.

Put that fruit up in my mouth.

Yes I get this isn’t fruited. FUCK.

No way a retro video game reference on DDB, call the press

Alright the premiere bottling run from Connor Casey and those SF farmhouse boyz is upon us. All the factors of whaledome seem present: low bottle counts, barrel aged, saison, brewery with high pedigree, but does this minx deliver?

Yes and no. This is distinctively CELLARMAKER with the funk and gristy rye mouthfeel, like the Jean brolliet IV set of the west, all hands are tired in parity. The carb is spot on, mouthfeel is dry and a touch like bubblegum chalkiness not exceedingly acidic in execution. The nose is the best part, straight tangerine and clementines with a Brett musk like hot attic. The real strange element that will polarize is the taste itself. If you loveeeee yeasty chewy Saisons with a residual unfermented protein character, you will dig this. It’s like the American d’erpeteau with a funky banana and clove meets grapefruit closer. If you don’t like that weird hybrid, you will probably complain and we will all have to hear about how you love ultra acidic Saisons LIKE THEY SHOULD BE. And all that shit.

This flew under the radar and it’s a shame, a novel offering in the land of wild ales posing as Saisons. Noteworthy and worthy of your tongue time.

Fully turnt.

Clashing acidity meets cloying sweet syrupy sweetness. It’s like freebasing a Yankee holiday candle.

I’m not here to tell you how to live your life, but you can do far better in the imperial porter game.

Them Floyd boys have an unapproachable reputation when it comes to hoppy and stouty offerings, but their saison and wild ale game leaves much to be desired; to say the least. Out of the gates I was praying for something above the usually acetone aqua net extravaganza that was battle priest/bully guppy/biggstache/take your pick. They delivered on this head and shoulders above their usual acidic face plants but that’s kinda like praising Smashmouth for releasing an album you don’t immediately run over with a ride on mower. It’s unquestionably better than all previous offerings, which is to say it took a blueberry medal in the wild ale special Olympics.

Relative to the whole blue bal spectrum this is a ho hum, pretty okay offering that ranks amongst Cascade and Upland for one dimensional, berry nosed bangers. It is by no means bad, but it puts its dick in a pencil sharpener when placed against flora blueberry or Lucy Blue. Nose is captain crunch berries and light tannic yogurt, and is honestly my favorite part. It smells great and doesn’t come across as cloying or artificial.

The taste is essentially the Michael Bay of the American lambic world, heightened one dimensional acidity with some sweet closers as an afterthought. I would say it falls just short of a pretty decent blueberry wild ale like beauregarde but honestly isn’t anything you should finger your butthole over. Unless you are into that, then get those berries blasting.

This will likely pad out plenty of dipshits’ “OMG BLUEBARRY TASTING EVENT 23 BEERS AND 41 DUDES” photo albums. It will fall in the dead middle and the yawns will resound through Indiana basements.

I can only serve up so many tired twigs and berries euphemisms, here’s a pic of Donald’s dick.

You just had to take the shotgun early didn’t you? Barry risked his life.

I remember when this first dropped and my hoppy boner was poppin and locking. The cones were oily and I was ashamed.

Now everyone is on this set, once You get a gold medal everyone wants a certified BJ from you.

All drops, no hops no rolls.

Whenever a brewery serves up their first saison, it’s usually some boring mid 90s affair with a Westmalle strain or some reverse engineered golden strain because, WHO CAN EVEN TELL RIGHT? Instead of boring banana and clove NyQuil coma fest, this comes out the gates swinging like Mayweather, except this beer is better at reading.

You get the characteristic ultra clean profile and dialed in water profile/ mouthfeel from the other Societe offerings and that hardastwobloods gypsum water. But more importantly you get 4realz depth to the nose that just exudes Anjou pear, jazz apple, lemongrass and jamba juice foyer. The taste is more clean and faint citrus in execution and favors a chewy grist to an acid bomb like some American saison purveyors these days coughSideprojecough. If a sessionable farmhouse was the aim, this delivers hard and abv masks better than a size 18 internet catfish.

It forgoes the ultra hoppy and dry profile of society’s IPA offerings and instead opts for more casual strolls at the roller rink, nothing too overtly demonstrative, but you can still get abducted pretty easily.

What the fuck are some of these other breweries doing with their farmhouse programs?