“Should we put this massive wheatwine in cans so people can enjoy them on their Eliminator boats?” “Excellent idea, now add cherries”

This was mediocre and the cherries served to underscore an already saccharine malty base but, things could have gone a lot worse .

Can’t wait to pop a sixer of these while bass fishing and then get lost and throw up in the lake.

thimbledick pour was plenty.

I get the jist, some people love these fruited stouts, I just don’t. You can’t really rely on my opinion for this field of jammy jam stouts, it is likely a good beer, I just can’t feel it.

Awesome herbal and salty menthol nose, that sounds shitty but is tough to capture accurately. The taste has a woodruff opener and a long resonant tartness that just sustains a light lemon and wheatgrass for days bro.

Just cloying to the maximum like drinking imperial martinellis on a 5 hour boil.

Sweet apple cobbler and a home run pie honey finish.

It’s alright I guess. My cider game is weak as fuqqqq tho

Fantastic beer and intensely drinkable
Despite the exotic profile. This entire brewery is killing it in their farmhouse/sour/wheat ale program top to bottom.

It wasn’t as bad as expected but that cedar isn’t something I had a throbbing boner to taste in my sours. Worth a spin to get an idea of this ONE OF A KIND EXECUTION.

Whalez.winzip.

This beer is bulletproof and exists comfortably within the realm of superales, cum de five squared and utopias. Port sherry, scissoring aggressively this resonant wood and sweet molasses character and cognac . More beer than liqueur but still substantial and coats with sheets of resonant fusel woody notes.

Overall , an exceptional experience that is a touch divergent from Utopias and serves as the timeworn missing link from past to present superales.

Tasty.

This is the most “American” in execution of this series and HF beers in general. In lieu of the standard thin and attenuated beers like Damon this maintains a heft and residual sugar profile more in line with the bcbs and Marshall Z lineage. It is unrelenting in its layers, almost to a fault, but exceptional in finality. The chocolate leads and Greek warriors jump with roasted malts from the interior of this Trojan horse. There is a macaroon sweetness that sublimates into a cognac finish that is astringent at cold temps but sublime at 60. It cascades taste profiles within a comfortable swatch of toast, milky chocolate, restrained booziness, and a subtle barrel profile. It gets ratchets by running that malty thigh up the inside of that bebe dress.

Inherently it fills a missing gap in their catalog and services a blunter audience. I prefer the nuance of mc2 but this has more depth than mc1. People hot off of a double barrel Huna run will find this in their wheel house. It is a well done stout that is well tailored to the current American fascination with heft and complexity, albeit it accomplishes this without parlor tricks or adjunct sophistry.

Worth seeking out certainly, as there is nothing exactly akin to this on the market at this time. Exceptional and decadent.

There is a strange Chardonnay meets DMS finish in the closer that is off putting, otherwise it seems akin to a lesser Baldwin to the Crooked Stave’s Alec.