About to be fully turnt and then fully torqued

A solid example of an often neglected style, except by old Jolly Pumpkin, they on it. This has a sweet caramel and lightly tart nose in the realm of Fuji apples and lemongrass, slight earthiness and dryness to the taste with a touch of tangerine tartness but moreover a substantial wheat profile that is not unlike Sans Culottes in execution.

This is a great halfway house between heftier belgian/ northern France offerings, and a lightness in the crisp mouthfeel that is welcome on a summer day. Sessionable alcoholism at its finest.

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DDB will address anal Sex IN DEPTH, later.

It’s like when people complain about Kuhnhenn but don’t get to sip on that DRIPA, can’t put the dankness into perspective.

Humulus Lager is 100% Jadakiss approved.

This is a tasty, thin, lightly carbed lemon adventure into meringue land. The nose is rosemary meets herbal pine and conifer mixed with lime and tangelo. The taste is incredibly thin, lemon heads, grapefruit zest, Brett L for days, pineapple, and lil cuties tangerines. The FG of 1.00000000000001 leaves something to be desired in that thin flat 8th grader body but the sprite and green tea refreshment is nice for a sweltering summer day in Texas denying global warming while concurrently shutting down your arid unusable farm because who really knows if it is humans or volcanos right come on now.

Stop being a farm house pussy and hit that shit full carb, you aren’t even using that Carboy turn it into a rustic gravity bong already

I want you to look into the depths of this acrimonious bastard and see yourself. In the pools of darkness as black as the devil’s dick swirls a complex dark sour the likes of which you probably have never rubbed on your nips: The Shadows of Their Eyes. Before you adjust your ticking goggles, that noun phrase isn’t a Tired Hands release, this is another sour banger from those petulant BART riders at The Rare Barrel.

The appearance is like an angrier Oud Bruin and presents a deep hateful blackness with wispy mocha and burgundy when held up to the light. The carbonation absconds gently and leaves a crackly collar of carb swirling kicking up the acidity below.

The nose is all black cherry , granny apple acidity, red jolly rancher, light merlot tannic presence and a Sonoma Cabernet dryness. The acidity is apparent and is a call back to B1 Tart of darkness, but I promised this wouldn’t be a Bruery retrospective. Again it feels like a petite Flanders oud bruin, were such a style to exist.

The taste carries a cranberry and sour cherry mix and a touch of caramel and oak with it, washing clean along the gum line and not presenting excessive sour notes but lacking a Brett or monoculture note to punch in beyond the Rodenbach meets Rosso e Marron hybrid.

This is intensely drinkable at 5.8% abv and can only really be faulted for its lack of fucks for classification. Is it closer to the Flanders red but with chocolate malts? Is it a straight wild ale with a dark base? It is hard to really gerrymander this into a distinct association because it seems to defy labels. Mix Wanderer with tart of darkness I guess, or trade for this, or go titty fuck your cousin, it won’t affect my life.

But this is a tasty romp into unexplored territory, start clacking those red bottoms together to save up scrill to join ANOTHER BEER SOCIETY YOUR WIFE WILL HATE.

I am not here to tell you how to spend your money.

Finally the authentic HOA water comes through

I wanted to try ANYTHING from these guys at AZW and then Tim Weable sends me a 200 growler release which also happens to be the best thing that they have brewed to date. For no reason.

So this was aged in pappy van winkle 23, buffalo trace and buffalo trace rye barrels. The abv clocked in a 11.5% abv but this speaks more to the gentle slick and relatively thin attenuation at play rather than being ham fisted in the grain bill to needlessly drive off the balance. This is a balanced, tight, fully pumped stout that pours clean an wispy like Czar Jack, clings to the edges and drapes webbing down with a mocha ink, just beautiful. If you want a sticky FG bomb like Huna, move on, the real tickers are talking. This is a work of precision and oxygen massaging in the same wheelhouse of Pugachev’s where the message is nuance and delivered without a cup of brownie batter dolloped in your glass.

The taste is dry and exhibits almond and caramel, a marshmallow only pvw drops, with a lingering oak akin to that American oak profile that is woody and herbal almost.

I cannot recommend this enough , blend 50/50 pvw eclipse with pvw black majick and this is the result, a ridiculously roasty marshmallow and Rolo extravaganza.

God damn

Drinking world class stouts > watching soccer

I don’t even know how to goal

Stoked to try that AZW dankness

The start reality of a post-beverage existence