Background: This bottled potable peered out to look at me from its surroundings of cornucopian (4+) carbonated friends. We made eye contact and the rest is fastidious history.
Color: An amber color best likened to frost covering the fur of a beautiful European Red Fox (Vulpes vulpes) on a glistening Baltic winter’s morning.
Taste: If the Queen had met with one Joeseph Dirt, this might be the outcome. Refined, yet gritty, beautiful, yet mullet clad. The flavor of North Carolinian fine oak furniture is nearly kept secret, until the final moments when it pushes the hops’ finale aside and gracefully states its purpose. This find has me looking forward to future tasting of this tiny, off the beaten path brewery.
You know that fellow that makes these beers has a show on the television. They go and find sticks and stuff from far away, then throw it in the beer, then drive an old truck to New York, and stupid city people say "wow sticks"
ReplyDeleteGood sir, is it cinnamon to which you are referring?
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