Tagged: Good Beer

Review: Brasserie Dieu du Ciel! | Solstice d’été aux Framboises

Photo credit: beerism.ca

Photo credit: beerism.ca

My God, this beer smells incredible. It’s so bright and fruity! How distinctively tart, like a field of ripe red raspberries dancing in the cool breeze! The nose on this is so good I could just

Vote for Hillary Clinton.

COCAINE 2016

howard-dean

WORLDSTAR

WORLDSTAR

WORLDSTAR

WORLDSTAR

WORLDSTAR

WORLDSTAR

WORLDSTAR

*9.0 out of 10*

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Beerenders: Derek Piette

JESUS, Derek; a best and a worst? You people keep fucking around with the rules. God, I fucking hate all of you. Why do I even bother doing this? I swear to God, you people are just a bunch of mindless sheep who just fucking chirp chirp like meat pickles in a goddamned rainstorm of monkey piss. Fuck myself. Fuck you, Derek.

 

Fuck you and fuck this list

 

Best:

6. Pabst Brewing Co. | PBR (for a dollar)

Pabst_Blue_Ribbon_packaging_logo

Ok. This should be number one on a technicality. A dollar for a PBR? I’d kill a man for a dollar PBR. Do you hear me? A dude, fucking dead.
5. Other Half Brewing Co.

Other Half Brewing Co

The whole brewery. Seriously? Oh, just let me just pick every beer in NYC for that matter– no wait, America,–no wait, the fucking world,– no wait, beer

4. BFM | Abbaye de Saint Bon-Chien (Biere de Garde, 2014 vintage)

BrasserieBFM-AbbayedeSaintBon-Chien2014-Grande

Parlez-vous douche bag?
3. Anderson Valley Brewing Co. | The Kimmie, The Yink, & The Holy Gose

This photo came from fucking Fox News

This photo came from fucking Fox News

That’s right, Fox News. Put that in your pipe and fuck yourself.
2. Zero Gravity Craft Brewery | Green State Lager (Pilsener)

Green State Lager

Bruh, let’s go camping, I swear I won’t put my finger in your bum while you sleep.
1. Lost Nation Brewing | Gose

Lost-Nation-Gose-Cans

Three cheers if you like sour cheerios!
Worst:

5. Lost Nation Brewing | Gose

Lost-Nation-Gose-Cans

Wait, wait, I feel you on this one. At its worst, band-aids and cold sweat. Fuck this beer.
4. Lawson’s Finest Liquids | Maple Tripple (American Strong Ale w/Maple, 2015 vintage)

Lawson's Maple Tripple

YEAH, Fuck this!
3. Lawson’s Finest Liquids | Rhubarb Basil Saison

Lawson's Rhubarb Basil

OH YEAH, KEEP IT COMING
2. Ballast Point Brewing Company | Sculpin Nitro IPA

Ballast Point Sculpin Nitro

…Oh. Yeah, I guess this sucks too. Whatever.
1. Hill Farmstead Brewery | Abner (American Imperial IPA, mid-late 2015 vintage)

abner-imperial-hillfarmstead

Dirk bicycles.

Bicycles hard

 

Deerk is a “bartender” at a magical place called “Waterworks”

 

Derek likes foofie drinks

Derek serves foofie drinks

Derke has a kitty kat

Dekre

Deek

Drsk

Drm

DFM

FM

FJM

Father John Misty

 

Drk Foofie man

Foofie

Foofie

Foofie

Foofie

I’m losing faith in the public school system.

Beerenders: Shawn Beaulieu

Alright, ALRIGHT; here’s long-time reader and Malt Fiction subscriber “Shawn’s” top 5 beers of the year. Don’t go crazy, everybody; just calm the fuck down. We all know how important this is. We’re going to get through it:

 

5. Hermit Thrush Brewery | Jolly Abbot (Sour Belgian Barleywine, 2015 vintage)

credit: untappd.com

Sure, Bolio, pick something no one has ever heard of. You piece of shit. Oh, right, I was there when you tried that.  You still suck.

4. Maine Beer Company | Lunch IPA (American IPA)

Maine beer lunch

Eh.

3. Hill Farmstead Brewery | Arthur (Farmhouse Ale, 2015 vintage)

hf arthur

SHIT SON, YOU CAN PUT THIS BEER IN YOUR TOP 5, BUT NOT “I LOVE YOU, HONEYBEAR” BY FATHER JOHN MISTY IN YOUR TOP 10 ALBUMS? FUCK YOU.

2. Bissell Brothers Brewing Co. | The Substance Ale (American IPA)

substance ale

Okey dokey, Sam Blow, I’ll give you a pass on this one.

1. Brouwerij Rodenbach | Rodenbach Caractère Rouge (Flanders Red Ale)

Brock Rodenbach Caractere

THIS IS THE GODEL, ESCHER, BACH OF BEERS. FIGURES, BOLIO.

uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

…fuck, where was I?

Uh,

Anyway,

These are, uh, Shane Bowery’s favorite beers.

Shap hates music, I guess–

And he lives in Canada

You might as well call him Ted Cruz.

At least Ted Cruz probably likes “I Love You, Honeybear,” by Father John Misty.

Fucking idiot

Fuck you, Jane Blooey.
Now give me my money.

PLEASE free Shamu.

 

This is what I think of your top 5, Jim-

Review: Westbrook Brewing Co. | Gose

Hey, big guy;

Put on your wayfarers and step out onto the balcony.
Watch the palm trees sway in the wind.
Grab that special someone and enjoy the blazing sunset.
The waves lap against the shore ever so gently.

This calls for a toast;
You grab some refreshments for the both of you.
The lid of the can pops like the sound of a crashing ocean swell.

Clink your glasses, you beautiful people.

The hazy, bright yellow ale shimmers in the waning sunlight.
The aroma of freshly squeezed lemon bursts in the air.

“Wait, babe; grab the camera, the lighting is perfect.
–yeah, get in the picture. Yeah, that’s it. Wait, wait; bend over a little bit.
Oh, yeah, this is such a sexy shot.
Look at the color of this beer! It looks like a glass of frothy lemonade!
God damn, look at this!
–Wait, wait, no—I know, let me just upload this—
#gose
#Westbrookbrewing
#tart
#sexy
#beerporn
#waitedinline
#beertography
#instabeerofficial
#beergeek
#beerstagram
#bee—

Then, suddenly, those clams from dinner finally hit you.
Dizzied, you began to flounder.

“Honey, are you alright? Oh God, hold on!”
Her dulcet tones begin to degrade into a squawk of the most reptilian persuasion.

The roar of high tide folds upon itself, dampened into television static
Even your vision begins to sputter out ants on a sidewalk.

You collapse upon the railing, hanging off the edge of the precipice.
The vomit begins to stream from your lips, your nostrils.
#tartlemon
#softrindcheese
#noobviouscoriander
#noblehops?
#grannysmithapples
#smooth
#yetprickly
#lactic
#acid
#vinegaryasballs
#tasteslikeaburp

Your paramour arrives with a hot towel and words of comfort.

It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault

In your moment of abject embarrassment and misery, it hits you–
You

don’t

love

her

You’re

deep

in debt

Your

programming job

is bullshit

You lack

artist

prowess

You

don’t

even

like

beer

Westbrook Brewing: providing the official beer of mustachioed beer hipsters everywhere!

 

Your life is a lie.

*9.0 out of 10*

Review: Hill Farmstead Brewery | Vera Mae

Photo cred: Some dude's porch (HMU)

Photo cred: Some dude’s porch (HMU)

Toiling beneath the unforgiving sun, we languished in the fields. Not a damned one of us would dare ask for reprieve, complain, or even ask how long until the day was done. Bound to the soil, we picked until our fingertips became as numb as the earth below us. Stained and embarrassed, we hunched in our anonymity until we were addressed, accordingly.

Luckily, I was pretty much ignored, like that kid in phys. ed. who wanders around in the field grasping at his crotch like a safety blanket, hoping not to be found, while coach skirts by with a ‘participation’ grade as not to upset the parents…

We thankless souls picked
Every
Fucking
Last
Dandelion
In
That
Fucking
Field
That
Day
Lord, my thighs were confessing the next morning.
50 Hail Maries did they pray, you bitch!
–sorry.
Toil did we do, though, every last one of us.
Picking the yellow stuff, all hoped not to get whipped.
–but if Shaun Hill whipped any of us,
It’d probably turn into some sort of masochistic orgy
Moreover, God knows NO work would have gotten done.
Thank God for Søren Kierkegaard and the virtue of a limp dick.

Anyway,

Vera Mae has a special place in my plaque-encrusted heart. 2013 seems long ago, but I can recall that day every time I release the cap from this beer.

I remember how much Mr. Hill talked about himself.
I remember how much we 10 of us didn’t pick that day. Four or five large trash bags, and we still didn’t bring in quite enough.
The disappointment of father in son.
I told you, brain surgeon, not plastic surgeon!

—But I didn’t care
Hands caked in vermilion, windows down, the wind rushed through as I broke my own.
“I feel like Justin Vernon,” I mumbled, half-drunkenly to Derek in the driver’s seat.
He laughed obligingly.

I couldn’t squat for the next week.

It’s a beautiful, yet constipated time of the year.

The harvest is yet upon us, and no clearer is that for me than with the release of Hill Farmstead’s Vera Mae.

A rustic saison, brewed with dandelion, Vera Mae is an instant late summer classic.

Every time I pry off its cap, I remember what a little bitch I was that day. Every time I gaze upon its lemonade-yellow hue, I remember complaining about how hot it was.
Opaque.
Fizzy, frothy white head.
Away from the light, hints of gold and orange curve around the edges. Exposed to the light, slight chartreuse emerges on the surface. Hazy as fuck, bright and beautiful, I remember taking intermittent breaks while everyone else picked along.

Every time I inhale and am greeted by that floral and oak character, I remember that one guy who wouldn ‘t shut the fuck up about how much he appreciated previous vintages and other collaborative works with other well-established breweries and—oh yeah—how they’re all just great, too.
Honey and beeswax.
Slightly phenolic.
Light funk.
Lemon.
Slightly saline.
Lactic character.

Every time I taste that lemon-like acidity, I remember that attractive, somewhat older woman with the dope dog, and I get distracted; I was distracted then, too. I didn’t do much work. Long and lean, she had a somewhat regal character about her. I like to think that Shaun Hill’s late, great-aunt—the name sake for this saison—was like this too. However, I don’t want to give the impression that I have the hots for one of Mr. Hill’s ancestors. I don’t. You know what I mean.
You can’t misconstrue that.
I mean, like, regal like a Rolls Royce. You wouldn’t fuck a Rolls Royce, would you? I mean, you wouldn’t actually have sex with a car, right?
Do you know what I mean?
…Seriously, I mean no disrespect. I’m sure Vera Mae was a really beautiful woman, and I’m sure her husband was really glad to have all that, and shit – Not that the rest of Mr. Hill’s relatives weren’t likely beautiful in their own way. I mean, I don’t want to show any preference here.
Shaun’s a good lookin’ guy. I’m not physically attracted to him. No, not like that.
He’s not a car. I’m sure he’s doing fine. Lactobacillus* character bursts forth in the middle of the mouth. Strangely, a drier, saltier, lemon-lime Gatorade comes to mind here, as well. Then comes the oak. In a bizarre way, I a lemon sherbet or some sort of lemon frozen yogurt. Bitterness from the dandelion comes out towards the end with a strong herbal, earthy, green, vegetal kick. Some fruity esters follow, ending with that classic coconut character that comes from lactobacillus.

Ahem—

Mouthfeel has medium to strong acids, a yeast bite, drying astringency and a tart, clean finish.

It’s not a sex thing.

Seriously

*9.2 out of 10*
*A lactic acid bacteria (as is capable of converting lactose into lactic acid), particularly harmless to humans, used to intentionally sour ales. Mostly of the L. Casei or L. Brevis varieties. Hey, fun fact: Lactobacilli are also found predominantly in intestines and vaginas. Bottoms up!

Review: Brouwerij Rodenbach | Caractère Rouge

Photo credit: Brock Bill, Exposures by Brock Bill http://exposures.photoshelter.com/

Photo credit: Brock Bill, Exposures by Brock Bill
http://exposures.photoshelter.com/

 

Ever remember, like, fuckin’, summer camp when you were 10 and your parents bribed you with an N64 if you just, like, shut the fuck up and spent the night at the if, uh, fuckin’ uh, sleepaway camp portion of the night? You know what I mean? Like that Thursday, where like you spend the night and go home the next day like reminsnce with all your friends how much fun– fuck—fuckin summer camp was—uggh, Jesus—but like, your truly afraid because of, like, that monk you heard in the story that, like about like, uh, haunted the camp, it’s kinda like, gonna take u up to the top of the mountain and then like, uh, kill you?
Yeah

 

Yeah

But like, you totally had this crush too—
And’s it’s like, you know, this bitch is like 12 years old
And DTF because she was like older than you
Pretty dope
You (mumbling incoherently) totally diggin’ you, great
But like, wanna leave, but wanna be like man up and spend the night
Yeah that’s like
And like
And like you wicks went to the talent show, and it was like you and your friends, and like her and her friends, like, your crew,
Like a talent show, and it sucks, but youse like joking around, and like, definitely kinda sorta like, yeah, like you kn—kiss in this place in a hallway in the staircase, where all the people, chilling out
yeah
And then, you like, want to you wanta say good bye to her, and shit, but get that nervous shits when you gotta leave, you don’t uh you know like uh don’t adjust to change very well, it’s like….
Fuckin crazy
And
You know you like try to like say like hey buy
And she like

Shuh nuh

But like the next day and all
But they’re like

GET ON THE BUS

And you forget
To take a shi–
And…
Like …
That’s like half way along the way
And you realize
Aaah my god
And YYOUUUKNU
And like you kinda shit yourself
Yeah you definietely do, and yeah
Definitely shit yourself
And um
….
….

yyyyyyyyuuuuUh…

Kinda ike get like
Humiliated forever
Like definitely scarred
definitely scarred for the rest
of your life



Yeah, it’s kind—it’s kinda like this beer, I
Think


Yeah, it’s like
Lotta
Similar
Fuckin

Something or oth—
You know
I mean
Its
I guess you can say it’s like

A remin—

Ugh A not reminecnengt
No
What’s the fuck

(laughing)

What’s the f —
What’s the
You know
What’s
Uhh
Nostalgic
That’s it

Nuh stal jick

You know it’s like
Definitely kinda smells ike a sharpie
Or overripe
Candy like
Like Cherries

a Magic marker

Some Tangy Swedish fish
And shit
a-OOP
Oh and like that
And like that wood, oak
Hanging in the woods and shit

Ahhh

Definitely
Its earthy
Digging around in the dirt
(mumbling)

…I don’t know

Some
vanillins or
fucking whatever
In uh the
Wood
Or wodd
Black pepper
Definitely black perrr
 Macerated blueberries
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhit
You know it smells like

Fuckin

V
8
Fusion….
Yeah,
Ike that
Uh
Blueberry Pomegranate one

Yeah
You gonna have like
Breakfast and shit
And you gotta go to work and shit, but you’re like
Pissed
But like you gotta make some megs(?)
‘Cause it’s it’s like egg day
ITS FUCKING EGG DAY
Gotta make some eggs
Pour yourself some juice
And
(Laugh)
It’s fucking great
OH YEAH
The other thing
It’s like a fucking

urinal cake
It’s where the whole thing about shitting yourself came in, I think
Definitely smells like a fresh urinal cake
Fuckin weird
But
Tastes like sweetish fish
Like FUCKIN Swedish fish
Very tart – Swedish fish
Whole lotta
Fuck

in raspberries
And like fucking cherry
Big ol’ like cherry basket
Full of

Cranberries

Like
Like in promans(?) terms
Lots a like melts of flavor ice
Like the frozen ice sticks you like suck on
Yeah
Like sucking on
Uh
Fat ass
Stick of
Flavor ice
Cherry flavored
Like
Artificial
Bullshit flavor
Nota bad way
 Ike a good way
Yeah

Good way

When like when you’re a kid watching
A Christmas Story

Growing up

Uh
Kinda

I don’t know

Kinda like cognac
Kinda like drinking cognac when you’re a kid
Back
in the
day
Remember that?
Yeah

And uh
Oaks aren’t really there
kinna slightly present
you know like that
Like kids who’s
Fuckin ass
Skipps class all time in homeroom
Just go smoke weed
Kinda like the oak

And
Vinous character
Like red wine
I guess
Kinda like a red wine
Caractere Rouge
Is kinda like the
Like red version
Like
Pokemon

I love Charizard

Charizard was my favorite

I always picked Charizard
Because he’s the hard one to do
You could always
puss out
and do like Bulbasaur
cause like he’s fuckin easy

uh
anyways

uh
sour

um
Bulbasauuurr
Yeah

Like the sour nature of the fruit
Most
Like
Lactic finish
Drink a like a lot milk
After a run
Got that
Wanna vomit
And when you don’t vomit
You kinda vomit
That sting in the back of your throat
That’s like that lactic finish
Definitely lactic
Definitely throw up
Pretty prickly
Teeth etching
Like rinse your mouth out with like lemon juice
And probably
Like that sour experience
If you’re into that shit
Pretty velvety otherwise
Uh…

Imma sniff a sharpie

Uh

bye

*9.8 out of 10*