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With just less than an hour before "Drunk History" starts, we figured we might try to match the storytellers on this fabulous show. I so want to pressure Derek Waters into drinking our way through as many 12% beers as it takes for me to fall onto the floor and sing the opening of the Lion King. Not too long ago on a venture to our favorite local craft beer store, we picked up a bomber of this Three Floyds seasonal brew. It's a double IPA with lactose milk sugars added. It sounds just weird enough to try, gonzo enough to love, and, oh yeah, I've heard really good things about this. This weighs in at 11% ABV and 100 IBUS, so it should do the trick. And can we discuss how much I love the artwork on the label???
It slides into my glass, showing a medium amber color and with a moderate off-white head. The aroma is fantastic: pine, grapefruit, pineapple, orange, and just a hint of freshly-cut grass. Taking a sip, all of those flavors are unsurprisingly forward, but the lactose adds such an interesting note to this. It doesn't affect the flavor at all, it just smooths out the mouthfeel, so that it's soft, lush, and rich, kind of like drinking velvet. It's a sweeter hop bomb, but not offensively cloying, such as I find Ballast Point Sculpin and many lesser IPAs to be. There's a boozy note that comes through midway through the sip, and almost a burnt sugar note at the very back end, like the topping on a creme brulee. It's one of the most unique beers I've ever had, and I drink a lot of weird beers!
I've yet to have a bad beer from Three Floyds, and I love what they did with this. The label describes this beer as "not normal", and I'd definitely have to agree with them, yet they knocked this odd notion out of the ballpark.
4.7/5 caps
-Jennie
This has had time to warm up.... a lot of time. Roughly 2 hours.... oops. Well, to be fair, we took an hour and a half break to hang out without neighbor, drink a Yuengling in memory of her uncle, and watch Drunk History. Which linking that reminds me how much I don't like our earlier reviews of beers. We've become more thorough, more expanded, more experienced, more drunk.
That being said, it shocks me that this still has a small amount of head lingering around, much like a small portion of a song that's stuck in your head for days, you know the tune and a couple words, but you're stubborn, so you're not going to look it up. But, damn, what is that!? Is it some 80's New Wave or something they played on the modern alt rock station last week? I seem to be getting sidetracked. So, the color on this was nailed by Jennie. The aroma on this is.... hang on let's twist an Apocalypse Now reference " * Long Sniff* I love the smell of hops in the morning!" Pineapple, orange, grapefruit, and some hints grass (dig deep, it's faded at this point, same as the pine notes Jennie picked up earlier). Mind you, 2 hours into being poured, I still want to have a room in a house that smells like this, year round.
Time for another Apocalypse Now quote: "You'll never find out about yourself working in some fucking factory in Ohio." This beer makes me realize that in the first sip. My factory job (actually, yes, in Ohio) will never bring me to inner peace, finding my inner light. This beer, on the other hand, is closer than factory work. It's fantastic. There's a blast of grapefruit zest, pine and orange upfront, your mind expects this to intensify and linger, like most DIPAs, but instead, the malts come in and the lactose sugars pop in and mellow everything out, giving balance to something that otherwise would be overpowering. The hops do linger, but instead of intensifying, they dissipate as the smooth liquid slides from the lips and down the esophagus. There's some almost lemon like flavors from the hops at this point that blends perfectly with the caramel notes from the malt. The lactose sugars gives it a smooth mouthfeel, like laying naked on a comfy bed with velvet sheets on it. Moving your arms and legs, rejoicing in the sheer joy you get from it touching your skin. Picture that, but on your tongue. The finish is slightly sticky, but with this being 11% and 100 IBUs, I can't tell clearly which it is, as there is both hop and sweetness stickiness.
If you're able to, pick this up, it's an experience. Who would have thought of adding lactose sugars to a DIPA? I never would have thought it would work with something so hoppy (I'm used to lactose sugars being in stouts). Well, shit, Three Floyds, you nailed it. I tip my hat to you, fine sirs (and possibly madames - Jennie).
4.8/5 caps
-Nathan-
Music pairings: "Ride of the Valkyries", Wagner, not only for the movie reference, but also for the way this beer blasts across the tongue
Cheese pairings: a good, local Farmer's cheese. Something nice and creamy.
Food pairings: Peach Crisp
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Ballast Point Sculpin IPA
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Ah, Friday, it's been too long since we last met. Well, seven days, to be precise, but does it count if it feels like it's actually been a month of Fridays??? This is the first Friday in ages that I haven't spent in a hospital, doctor's office(s), or chemo room. I wasn't sure what to do with myself other than to ask my partner-in-zymurgy about reviewing beer. Apparently a night of playing Cards Against Humanity with friends is out because I cracked a rib earlier this week, and it really hurts to laugh, cough, breathe. I usually laugh so hard that I'd probably crack another rib. Instead, let's drink a beer to numb some of the pain in my ribcage.
This is an award-winning beer, having been voted the best IPA in the country in a poll or two. It usually makes the top 10 beers of the country. It also took the gold medal this year (for the second time) at the World Beer Cup in the IPA category. Made in San Diego, this is one of the quintessential West Coast IPAs. The Tupac to the east coast's Biggie. Ballast Point started out, as so many breweries these days, by homebrewing. I'll tip my hat to that historical nugget. As a hophead, I've been dying to drink this. This hopaliciousness shall wait no longer.
It pours a crystal clear golden color with a quickly dissipating white head that was about a finger high. It has since decreased to a fluffy cloud atop my beer. The aroma on this is wonderful. so good that I waved it under Nathan's nose just to torture him with the scent. As it has warmed a tad, I'm picking up notes of caramel, toffee, and plenty of generic citrus and pine. Lots and lots of pine. Taking a sip, my taste buds are assaulted (in a good way) with fresh pine needles that fades away to caramel notes and then fades into oblivion with a note of freshly zested grapefruit and perhaps some mango. The carbonation on this is fantastic for a 7% ABV brew, and it leaves a vaguely sticky feel in the mouth.
I'm not sure if perhaps we sat on this for a bit too long, or if it's just not as dreamy as I'd hoped. The brewery's description speaks of peach, mango, apricot, and lemon. I'm not picking up many of these flavors, although the after-aftertaste does lead to a hint of peach. What I am left with is a strong desire to drink this closer to its bottling date, and to try the habanero version of this (please bottle it soon, as it's only available on tap in the taproom and at special events).
4.5/5 caps
-Jennie
So, apparently, Jennie is a big meanie head. Making me take a waft of this fantastic hoppy goodness, knowing that the anticipation may, in fact, actually kill me. It's been a long ass week at work, the busiest since I've been there with the company (2 1/2 years). I have aches and pains in places I didn't know existed; doing my own job (export shipping) while helping out with Mike with all the freight shipments (49 skids for one shipment today, along with the over abundance of orders to hit/exceed quota as it's end of the month and end of fiscal quarter). Enough about work, it's the fucking weekend now, right? You (and Jennie) are probably tired of hearing me bitch about work. Enough of Jennie's torment, I finally get to delve into this. How many of you actually read the second portion anyways? We should have a poll to find out.
As I turn on the Frank Turner (yes, I've been listening a lot to him lately, if you have a problem with that, clearly you haven't heard him), I admire the gorgeous golden color of the half-pint that's in front of me. There's still some puffy white head lingering, which shocks me as it's been about a half hour or so since Jennie started her review. So, since this has had time to warm up, the aroma is an interesting concoction of... hang on.... *sniff* pine, citrus, peach, caramel and some tropical fruits. Fantastic smelling. Oh, how I've longed to have this on my taste buds... but as I taste it, is it that we sat on it too long (purchased more roughly 3 months ago, sorry, but shit's happened that was out of our control). The hops seemed to have died off some, fuck, I feel like a terrible person now. I'm catching caramel from the malts with pine notes. Following the pine notes I catch some citrus and peach notes. Pretty much what was in the nose, but fainter. This is smooth drinking on the front end with bitterness toward the back. It's a nice crisp beer with decent carbonation that leaves a slight puckering with hints citrus in the finish. As Jennie said, this would be better fresher, but same point, it's enjoyable at this point where we are now. To ask, where are we? What are we doing here? Why are we here? Well, I don't have the answers to all the questions, but me, personally, I'm here to bring beer reviews to you to help me escape from the pains of daily life. I drink 'cause I'm thirsty, I drink 'cause I'm dry. I'm not quite yet 30, but I feel like I'm dying. I drink cause I want to, 'cause I need to, 'cause I don't know what else to do with my time. I won't say it, you can see it in my eyes....
4.5/5 caps
-Nathan-
Food pairing: Nathan's step-dad's recipe for jerk pork (AKA Mr. Jerry's Jerk Sauce)
Cheese pairing: A nice hunk of creamy habanero jack
Music pairing: Sublime, "Doin' Time"
Ah, Friday, it's been too long since we last met. Well, seven days, to be precise, but does it count if it feels like it's actually been a month of Fridays??? This is the first Friday in ages that I haven't spent in a hospital, doctor's office(s), or chemo room. I wasn't sure what to do with myself other than to ask my partner-in-zymurgy about reviewing beer. Apparently a night of playing Cards Against Humanity with friends is out because I cracked a rib earlier this week, and it really hurts to laugh, cough, breathe. I usually laugh so hard that I'd probably crack another rib. Instead, let's drink a beer to numb some of the pain in my ribcage.
This is an award-winning beer, having been voted the best IPA in the country in a poll or two. It usually makes the top 10 beers of the country. It also took the gold medal this year (for the second time) at the World Beer Cup in the IPA category. Made in San Diego, this is one of the quintessential West Coast IPAs. The Tupac to the east coast's Biggie. Ballast Point started out, as so many breweries these days, by homebrewing. I'll tip my hat to that historical nugget. As a hophead, I've been dying to drink this. This hopaliciousness shall wait no longer.
It pours a crystal clear golden color with a quickly dissipating white head that was about a finger high. It has since decreased to a fluffy cloud atop my beer. The aroma on this is wonderful. so good that I waved it under Nathan's nose just to torture him with the scent. As it has warmed a tad, I'm picking up notes of caramel, toffee, and plenty of generic citrus and pine. Lots and lots of pine. Taking a sip, my taste buds are assaulted (in a good way) with fresh pine needles that fades away to caramel notes and then fades into oblivion with a note of freshly zested grapefruit and perhaps some mango. The carbonation on this is fantastic for a 7% ABV brew, and it leaves a vaguely sticky feel in the mouth.
I'm not sure if perhaps we sat on this for a bit too long, or if it's just not as dreamy as I'd hoped. The brewery's description speaks of peach, mango, apricot, and lemon. I'm not picking up many of these flavors, although the after-aftertaste does lead to a hint of peach. What I am left with is a strong desire to drink this closer to its bottling date, and to try the habanero version of this (please bottle it soon, as it's only available on tap in the taproom and at special events).
4.5/5 caps
-Jennie
So, apparently, Jennie is a big meanie head. Making me take a waft of this fantastic hoppy goodness, knowing that the anticipation may, in fact, actually kill me. It's been a long ass week at work, the busiest since I've been there with the company (2 1/2 years). I have aches and pains in places I didn't know existed; doing my own job (export shipping) while helping out with Mike with all the freight shipments (49 skids for one shipment today, along with the over abundance of orders to hit/exceed quota as it's end of the month and end of fiscal quarter). Enough about work, it's the fucking weekend now, right? You (and Jennie) are probably tired of hearing me bitch about work. Enough of Jennie's torment, I finally get to delve into this. How many of you actually read the second portion anyways? We should have a poll to find out.
As I turn on the Frank Turner (yes, I've been listening a lot to him lately, if you have a problem with that, clearly you haven't heard him), I admire the gorgeous golden color of the half-pint that's in front of me. There's still some puffy white head lingering, which shocks me as it's been about a half hour or so since Jennie started her review. So, since this has had time to warm up, the aroma is an interesting concoction of... hang on.... *sniff* pine, citrus, peach, caramel and some tropical fruits. Fantastic smelling. Oh, how I've longed to have this on my taste buds... but as I taste it, is it that we sat on it too long (purchased more roughly 3 months ago, sorry, but shit's happened that was out of our control). The hops seemed to have died off some, fuck, I feel like a terrible person now. I'm catching caramel from the malts with pine notes. Following the pine notes I catch some citrus and peach notes. Pretty much what was in the nose, but fainter. This is smooth drinking on the front end with bitterness toward the back. It's a nice crisp beer with decent carbonation that leaves a slight puckering with hints citrus in the finish. As Jennie said, this would be better fresher, but same point, it's enjoyable at this point where we are now. To ask, where are we? What are we doing here? Why are we here? Well, I don't have the answers to all the questions, but me, personally, I'm here to bring beer reviews to you to help me escape from the pains of daily life. I drink 'cause I'm thirsty, I drink 'cause I'm dry. I'm not quite yet 30, but I feel like I'm dying. I drink cause I want to, 'cause I need to, 'cause I don't know what else to do with my time. I won't say it, you can see it in my eyes....
4.5/5 caps
-Nathan-
Food pairing: Nathan's step-dad's recipe for jerk pork (AKA Mr. Jerry's Jerk Sauce)
Cheese pairing: A nice hunk of creamy habanero jack
Music pairing: Sublime, "Doin' Time"
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