Not even this kuhnhenn BBBW and her thick warmth will solace me from this irreparable injury.

First citra release that I ain’t gettin Nathan but penetration.

If you end up with an extra bottle, ISO. Will trade Gooby pls.

Gucci Mane wasted

I like this better in bottle than on draft.

It reminds me of a Nova II to the Speedway Chevelle. Slick light mouthfeel and a deep crisp roast that imparts a 85% cacao dryness to the finish. You can chain combo these relentlessly, it’s not that berry acidic intelligentsia roast more of a Coaba/Peets sort of chocolate savory toastiness. Abv is muted and drinks more akin to those European iterations of single coffee stouts like dieu de ciel, etc

Good stuff, if you can appreciate a gentle nuanced presentation in a coffee stout.

A highly lactic saison that has one foot in the American wild grave not unlike CD7 or Saison Bernice. I actually enjoy the more focused and nuance approach of this tart lemongrass, Fuji apple, Chardonnay oak, puckering tannic and white grape fastball high and outside.

It is anomalous to drink this in the frigid 68 degree winter nights, but I am sure I will get my chance when California burns to the ground in 3 months.

I just might enjoy this more than Pulling Nails, two totally different beasts but both surely worthy of your attention.

Make an intensely acidic, tart, off style wild ale, call it a saison, slay rDev scores.

It’s the de rigeur, and I don’t even ride that BJCP set that hard. This tastes more akin to supplication blended with crooked stave batch 1. Laughably far from a saison, but exceedingly sour and delicious.

Them post-ska feels

Bayonet trials rust propellers away.

So many oak tones, the ice imparts this numbing mouthfeel, deadening the bitter zones, zero olfactory profile.

33 degrees is truly the ideal temperature to enjoy this world class beer.

The American wild ale was the best saison

Story of modern farmhouse ale fabrication these days.