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HAHAHAHAHAHA, boobies |
I'm hit with the distinctive smell of both the sugar and the rye. I really like the taste - a bit intense but good. It's an unexpected 'good,' like waking up in middle of night and remembering other side of the pillow is cold. I tend to not enjoy rye beers but the clean pilsner taste and sweet sugar really mellow it out. The final product is an intense but complex beer that is unlike many I've had.
Rye with the Belgian sugar and pilsner malt? That's throwing together three different European brewing styles. I can only speculate how they conceived this creation, but if it was me brewing, this is how I would've created this beer -->
--> I would've been drinking all night, four sheets to the wind, and suddenly EUREKA! A light bulb pops up hazily over my disheveled orb I call a head. "I have a wild idea for a beer, listen to this!" I proceed to tell my two drinking buddies. They look at each other perplexed, but suddenly they go wild for it. Greatest idea ever! What a humdinger! (one of my friends is from the 1930's). And we make the beer that night, absolutely tanked. Kitchen looks like a WWI No-Mans-Land battle field. In the morning, we wake up and piece the events of the night back together. My friends think that was a ridiculous idea and ridicule me for the wild beer, the awkward embraces and the oddly sexual dancing to the musical CATS ....But weeks later, we bottle the beer from that night and Booyah suckers! It's delicious! I'm calling it Fred, in honor of Fred Astaire. My friends look at each other and say, yeah okay, everything's making sense now, what with all the Broadway show-tunes and hugging. THE ROCK rating.
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