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Monkish can lines signal the end of days

Monkish can lines signal the end of days

Monkish gave one hour notice on Wednesday at 3pm that people could buy a single four pack of TIPA: Biggie Biggie Biggie. Thirty minutes later, three hundred and twelve (312) people were already in line. It’s like spec’ing a mage class to be able to summon unfamiliars, DPS to your alcohol license. The people working […]

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Bruery technically doesn’t renege on its “no ipa” pledge but drops two new hazy pale ales: Off the Prop and Hoppy Obligations

Bruery technically doesn’t renege on its “no ipa” pledge but drops two new hazy pale ales: Off the Prop and Hoppy Obligations

People were seed pissed when Bruery discontinued Humulus Lager last year, arguably one of their most celebrated draft only gems. To replace those massive Lupulin boots, they now have new quarterly hoppy offerings that will rotate in a manner not inconsistent with Monkish marketing. But can this brewery who shines in massive beers and complex […]

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Call it Pacman bc we crushin tomes in that white ghost

Call it Pacman bc we crushin tomes in that white ghost

The tome roulette paid off hard with this bottle, gorgeous unseen orange tones with crackly carb. Bottle was a lil stringy with probiotic sea monkeys but let it sit and chill and it poured beautifully. Crisp Anjou pear and jazz apple, construction paper, and raked leaves round out the delicious and satisfying ghost sesh Most […]

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Saint Archer Tusk and Grain No 2: the rarererer ultra cashed version

Saint Archer Tusk and Grain No 2: the rarererer ultra cashed version

If you recall, I reviewed this beer last year against Ale Smith reforged and while delicious, my main gripes was that the barleywine aspects were dominated by a stout hand and that the mouthfeel was a touch too close to that Central Waters wafer thin scherzo. Imagine my trepidation when they noted this new one […]

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Crazy morning calls for some barrel aged succor. Beachwood ten is slick and nimble, cicerones go crazy for pour sized thimble.

Crazy morning calls for some barrel aged succor. Beachwood ten is slick and nimble, cicerones go crazy for pour sized thimble.

Beachwood barrel aged beers end up being ironically polarizing to people with janky palates because they are allegedly “too” dialed in. I love that brewhouse efficiency is a negative thing in the current climate because it leaves the nuanced and old school executed (read: not FG 1.050+) gems for the OGs. This is akin to […]

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Sacramento has two secret dripping hoppy holes: Track 7 and Moonraker

Sacramento has two secret dripping hoppy holes: Track 7 and Moonraker

Sacramento has a weird melange of politicians, Davis hippies, central valley detritus chugging monster in slammed Silverados, and displaced Bay Area assholes who had the audacity of dreaming of owning a 3br palatial track home. Aside from the likes of SUDWERK, there wasn’t a ton in the way of simmering whales.  Sure people would pop […]

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North Carolina Beer Round Up, Fonta Flora, Burial, Deep River

North Carolina Beer Round Up, Fonta Flora, Burial, Deep River

I have a vacillating relationship with old North Carolina. The breweries there are tough to peg down as a whole and seem to fragment their stellar releases across a plethora of breweries with none holding the sheer cross-category dominance that you see with regions that have breweries lighting up the trade boards universally. NC SHIT. […]

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Winkling my O spot so hard RN

Winkling my O spot so hard RN

The best part about the holidays is sharing world class beer and bourbon with friends and co workers who won’t care what it is, or ever remember that they had it. THE SEASON OF GIVING: TOYOTATHON IS UPON IS

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Sante Adairius the family you choose, I choo choo choose you

Sante Adairius the family you choose, I choo choo choose you

This is a bit sharper than “we are you” but also has a sort of Chardonnay Riesling depth, both bottles are so well done that it’s a dead heat for saison greatness and the consumer is the true winner. White grape and peach bursting from the farmhouse barn loft. The body treads almost into the […]

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