Archive for July, 2017

Knoxville?

Random Alt? Pass.

 

Green Man IPA? Alright.

 

I HAVE BEEN SAVED

 

Post Pig Tasting

I was a wreck of a person, but I had to hurry home from the beach the next day to meet up with some other friends for a bottle share. I rallied about an hour before everyone arrived, thank god.

 

I picked up some charcuterie, Dexter was extremely interested in what was going on. Also, of course I fed him a little of it.

 

Trying to warm up before friends arrived!

 

Toppling Goliath Double Dry Hop Pseudo Sue: Wow, it’s been ages since I’ve had Toppling Goliath. What a refreshing change of pace from all the NE-style IPAs I’ve been drinking lately!

 

de Garde Imperial Boysenberry Bu b1: Yep, the original! No stamped labels! Sorry Trevor, I know you don’t like it when I drink old de Garde, but the stuff can be incredible at times! This is  no exception, so sour, but tons of fruit and funk at the same time. If any of you have these left, make sure to get the sediment back into suspension a little bit before opening, it’s way better that way.

Bokkeryder Perzik: Well fuck me, whatever kind of peaches are in this beer, I need to find them and eat them all.

 

 

Just some of the other beer we had that day.

 

Yep, Saint Lamvinus is still my favorite seasonal Cantillon

Kill shot, and I had to work the next day.

‘Murica

Went to the beach, smoked some briskets (well, I ate it anyway), and roasted a pig (also ate that). Beer was also involved.

 

But first, had to make a stop at one of my favorite haunts. I was running late anyway, no one was going to miss me being a little later!

 

Cantillon Rose de Gambrinus: Well shit, I guess I shouldn’t have made that stop at de Garde on my way over! Lucky my friends saved me pour of this beast!

 

 

 

 

Plenty of adorable animals around for me to pet. Also, they beg for food.

 

Obligatory pictures of beer.

 

Oh you were so delicious.

I’m in Trouble.

So, my landlord doesn’t like hazy IPAs.

 

Being judged so hard. I’m so sorry! I’ll get back to lambic and saisons soon I promise!!!!!

 

 

 

Well fuck.

Cantillon Iris 2003 (2004 cork): So, I love lambic….but I’ve never been that enamored by Iris. It was good sure, but definitely one of the weaker lambics from Cantillon if you ask me. However, there’s a loyal following of beer nerds that say that Iris only really hits its stride when it’s old. Well, I believe 13 years is old enough right?

 

 

FUCK.

 

 

This beer is incredible! Not nearly as sour as I expected, but unbelievable complexity is here. Grass, barn, funk, wet sock, communism, some Donald Trump hair, it’s all here. Looks like I’m going to have to age my other bottles of Iris for a decade+ before I can drink it again. A++