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Russian River Funky Foeder Cherry Beer (Picked up at Windmill Farms). A 4 of 4. A really nice, restrained beer. Smells of tart cherry and faint oak notes, as well as just a touch of sourness. The body is quite light and even a little prickly, and you get a nice mix of sweetness, acid, and some sourness. Very well-balanced, and a nice milder funk/sourness to this -- no need for tums.
Ezzel nem volt problèma.
Achthundertdreißigstes Bier:
Brasserie de Silly Gallica Kriexus 8,0% vol. Silly, Belgien
In Belgien gebraut, aber nur in Ungarn unter der Marke "Gallica" vertrieben. Die Wege eines Bieres sind teilweise unergründlich. Sei es drum, das Kirschbier fließt in bräunlichem Dunkelrot ins Glas. In der Nase ein Aromengemisch von Kirsche, Malz und Zitonenlimonade. Zusammengefasst: Em-Eukal Kinderhustenbonbons. Am Gaumen dann erst viel süße Kirsche und etwas Kirschlikör, abgelöst von einer ziemlich präsenten Bitteren, die sich langsam durchkämpft und im Nachtrunk deutlich hervorkommt. Das passt nicht so ganz, meiner Meinung nach. 4/10
Word of the Day: Kriek
n. A style of Belgian beer with a distinctive sour cherry flavour, traditionally made by slowly fermenting lambic beer with morello cherries.
Image credit: “Kriek Beer” by Adrian Scottow, CC BY-SA 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons.
Shake It Off
I’m in a funk. Everything tastes the same and everything tastes fine. No highs. No lows. Just “meh.” But my notes have been short, just a few lines, if I wrote anything at all.
So I went into the closet for a beer I knew could knock me out. Something guaranteed to provoke a reaction. Something to write about.
I went with a Hair of the Dog. I had a year old bottle of Otto. It’s hard not to get excited about peaches and cherries imbued strong ale.
The fruit seeps into every beery crevice. Otto smells like fresh raspberries -- complete with leaves and stems. It tastes like tart mixed berry jam. It’s tangy. It’s sweet.
Does it look sort of purple brown? Is the foam just slightly pink?
Otto tastes more like a decadent dessert wine than anything. Underneath the fruit there’s a rich layer of malt. And the eighteen months of oak are flavorful, but subtle -- a note of vanilla, not the usual bourbon heat.
There’s a grassy snap to the finish. There’s a bittersweet chocolate note, and it persists long after you swallow.
The beer has depth. It has layers. It’s complicated, but simple to understand: this is delicious.