The equinox is rapidly desending upon us and with the joys of turning leaves and crisp autumn weather we have a new batch of seasonals to sample. So, try something off the beaten path and let us know about that rare oktoberfest or rare fall seasonal that you had to break up that otherwise endless stream of millercoorsbudmolsonstella you had while watching football on Saturday and Sunday. The Sam Adams* Oktoberfest (click here for beeradvocate reviews) comes to mind as a go to seasonal from last year.
*Sam Adams should be commended for their bailout of small brewers without long term hops contracts with growers. In a market that saw the price of this dire ingredient shoot from $3-5/lb to $15-20/lb many small batch brewers who purchase supplies while they go were sure to go under. Sam held a lottery of all interested brewers (hop sharing program results) to buy so many lbs of it's stockpile of hops at cost (roughly $5/lb). Their quote from the article "hey, we were the little guy too once" says it all to me. Cheers to Sam Adams.
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Cocktale: Long Shot with Gordita
In the spirit of Sam Adams' B&B April drink of the month victory, I picked up a chic six pack of the brewery's Long Shot winners last weekend. For review purposes. Why else would you only buy six beers. Paired with Taco Bell's ground beef Gordita, this tale is littered with pre-mature heartburn and those spice-cabinet, craft beer belches.
(Please note: had this been a Cheesy Gordita Crunch, these beers just don't have the balls to be in the same photo.)
Long story short, the Long Shot competition highlights winners from Sam Adams' annual competition of their own employees and home brewers. A few winners have their beers bottles and distributed in small quantities. Great idea. Love it.
Grape Pale Ale
I was nervous. There is an ordinary middle-aged woman on the label. Generally, I don't like middle-aged women. I'm not into the cougar culture. Not my deal.
The beer's name reminds me of Clearly Canadian, or some ironic Wal-mart calorie free drink with 'natural flavors'. Not good.
Start: It began with a crisp ale taste. Sort of ordinary. A little purgatory. Not great, not horrible.
Finish: It ended with the subtlest of subtle fruit aroma. I must admit, it was really pleasant. A little nancy, but pleasant.
Final Impression: This would be a great choice for say, shooting a higher quality porn on some yacht named 'Daddy's Girl'. It did, indisputably, get its ass handed to it by Taco Bell's Fire Sauce and partially drained beef. Grow a pair (or bunch), Grape Pale Ale.
Weizenbock
Super beer-sy name. Way to go. You not only love beer, but you need to make it at home to, and you name your beers to reflect that. Your dresser is spilling out micro brewery shirts. Your keychain has more openers than keys. Sweet.
Start: This thing opens up a foot away from your face. It smells like it was made by Quakers or Mennonites, sans unfinished rocking chair and inbreeding.
Finish: More of the same. Every square inch of your tongue is harassed by this beer. If you're a 'need the most flavor ever, all the time'-guy, you'll dig this brew. Really craft-tasting. Like those brew tour samples that you pretend to the sample-giver that you really can pick out the coriander and northeast Belgium origins.
Final Impression: Great beer for beer lovers. I hated it. Why? It owned my gordita's Baja sauce, one of the top 5 sauces in all of cheap fast food-dom. Listen, you may contribute to my buzz. You can make me look like I do a good job picking out beer. But to overpower my baja sauce? There's still one left in my fridge.
(Please note: had this been a Cheesy Gordita Crunch, these beers just don't have the balls to be in the same photo.)
Long story short, the Long Shot competition highlights winners from Sam Adams' annual competition of their own employees and home brewers. A few winners have their beers bottles and distributed in small quantities. Great idea. Love it.
Grape Pale Ale
I was nervous. There is an ordinary middle-aged woman on the label. Generally, I don't like middle-aged women. I'm not into the cougar culture. Not my deal.
The beer's name reminds me of Clearly Canadian, or some ironic Wal-mart calorie free drink with 'natural flavors'. Not good.
Start: It began with a crisp ale taste. Sort of ordinary. A little purgatory. Not great, not horrible.
Finish: It ended with the subtlest of subtle fruit aroma. I must admit, it was really pleasant. A little nancy, but pleasant.
Final Impression: This would be a great choice for say, shooting a higher quality porn on some yacht named 'Daddy's Girl'. It did, indisputably, get its ass handed to it by Taco Bell's Fire Sauce and partially drained beef. Grow a pair (or bunch), Grape Pale Ale.
Weizenbock
Super beer-sy name. Way to go. You not only love beer, but you need to make it at home to, and you name your beers to reflect that. Your dresser is spilling out micro brewery shirts. Your keychain has more openers than keys. Sweet.
Start: This thing opens up a foot away from your face. It smells like it was made by Quakers or Mennonites, sans unfinished rocking chair and inbreeding.
Finish: More of the same. Every square inch of your tongue is harassed by this beer. If you're a 'need the most flavor ever, all the time'-guy, you'll dig this brew. Really craft-tasting. Like those brew tour samples that you pretend to the sample-giver that you really can pick out the coriander and northeast Belgium origins.
Final Impression: Great beer for beer lovers. I hated it. Why? It owned my gordita's Baja sauce, one of the top 5 sauces in all of cheap fast food-dom. Listen, you may contribute to my buzz. You can make me look like I do a good job picking out beer. But to overpower my baja sauce? There's still one left in my fridge.
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