*9.9 out of 10*
This beautiful ladey is a frantastic kind of beer to the godly pre-existing cataloge santamonius craft IPAs of Foley Brothers offerings. The promenade away from Winooski was well worth my time and effort and energy , notta mention my hard work sweat and blood .This beer Looks a lot like a honey-like. Golden. Hazey. Soapy lacing. Slightly off-white head. Kind of looks like duck sauce. Smells are very reminiscent of their Pisces of Eight, Kinda smells
like duck sauce.
Double parking up the hill
Stepping out the Audi in your hoodie-footies,
Use one porto-potty to see how it works
Use the other to get the experience
Spit on the barn board to make sure it’s real
Pineapple. Apple sauce (no spicies, just straight sweet apples).
Peachy/pear fruit cocktail. Syrupy. Very light alcohol
notes. Almost no pine. Chamomile escorted by a hop aroma and duck sauce
that is jointly fruity and pungeant. I over and over again instituted myself perplexed by the tang of this mangnmoneious tour de force. Going back to that Del Monte fruit cocktail cups—peaches, pears, marashino cherries in a syrupy cordiale.
Acrimony analoguous to orange blossom honey, then I obtain a strong honey and astringent orange pith in the hub of the mouth. Then there is desicated apricot. It withers into a understatedd pine and menthol.
Once again to make sure you’re real.
You don’t believe in chewing gum
Not even the kind that improves your smile.
Your ideal evening is casual conversation about your pets, the Phillies, and your favorite movie,
“Welcome to Mooseport.”
Very little malt temperment aside what can be illustrated as Hawaian sweet rolls.
Although Foley Brothers may not have created the carma surta on crafting the perfect IIIPA their allegieance to composing a extremist subdivision within the pages is quite ostensibel with all of this here before you, the most recent submission from what gives the impression to be THE superlative micro-brewery in the state most presently. “Prospect” should out to bea voluntarily analysized as a household erection of a rumble pack to the rectum by a brewery that is so completely forthright ready and adapt to procure the craft beer world by storm. To Paterick and Dan the master brewers, persevere with greatness. God sppeed and give em hell. Shoot em to thrill call em like you see em. You can get em when you wantem then get it get it done. You da best. I think you can kill ISIS
*8.9 out of 10*