Dubiously “sophisticated” limited edition ’18 Grand Cru stays slick, bordering on cloy as its overripe peach syruping gains 12% ABV medicinal acridity. Ancillary prune-stewed apricot, fig and raisin illusions deepen alcohol-soaked pureed peach overtones. Strictly for Peach Madiera fans.
Cloying raspberry shandy never hits the spot like Susquehanna’s Blueberry Thrill does. Saccharine-like raspberry sweetness gains wavered cherry-orange-peach-tangerine conflux, lemony rosé tinge and medicinal cherry whim riddled by gummy glutinous gunk.
On tap at Seven Lakes Station, tart peach lacquers sessionable summertime moderation to its light white wheat base. Highly carbolic lemon fizz and distant apricot-blueberry nuances mildly enhance sweet ‘n sour peach setting.
On tap at Mohawk House, light cherrywood-smoked brown ale lets sweet ginger-spiced peach tea adjunct take control. Light resinous hops and dewy earth tones contrast abundant peach tea theme as well as ginger-snapped apricot and tangerine dalliance.
On tap at Growler & Gill, syrupy peach lacquering sits lightly above mineral-grained honeyed wheat spine for fruity corn-sugared summertime ’17 limited release.
On tap at Poor Henry’s, fabulous brown-bodied peach version of liquefied swisher cigar drapes dried peach puree syruping atop dank blunt-like cannabis acridity, oats-smoked pale wheat malts and crisp charcoal-fired tobacco roast. Peach blunt likeness picks up subdued black grape, walnut and black chocolate undertones as well.
Sweet coriander-spiced peach tartness fades as lemony hops turn phenol. Proprietary Blue Moon yeast supplies herbal citric rusticity to artificial peach flavoring and dried fig-apricot conflux.
Thin, uninvolving fruit ale aged in oaken bourbon barrels needs deeper peach penetration. Sweet bourbon influence, light maple sugaring and wispy vanilla daub dissipate above honeyed wheat spine while fuzzy carbolic spritz waters down entirety.
On tap at Ambulance, sedate off-dry peach skin tartness brings arid parch to soap-stoned mandarin orange lilt and unripe fig snip. Light white wheat backbone softly fortifies peachy snicker. In the can, peach puree lacquers candied lemon souring and honeyed wheat spine.
Highly expressive peach-juiced Belgian ale (a.k.a. Bush Peche Mel) mixes Bush Amber Ale with brewers’ peach lambic. Enthralling candied peach tartness lingers above sugary malted wheat sweetness. Ancillary tangerine, necatarine, apricot, sugarplum and yellow grape illusions invigorate peachy overtones alongside less pronounced papaya-mango-pineapple tropicalia. Syrupy peach schnapps boozing and peppery peach lambic souring regale the fruitful finish.
Tart peach juicing reveals appealing fruity dessert nature. Peach nectar sweetness reinforced by lemony apricot-nectarine-tangerine-cantaloupe tang and musky floral potpourri. Peach cobbler midst picks up mild white-peppered coriander spicing, slick clay-hopped plasticity and terse aspirin astringency above soft honeyed wheat bed.
Boringly sessionable fruited Belgian saison knockoff comes off way too watery. Phenol lemon-peeled peach entry gets drowned out by white-peppered carbolic spritz. Murky brettanomyces yeast souring depletes hominy grits influence, tepid coriander-clove spicing, raw molasses acridity and dry barnyard funk while deterring tart peach tones from ripening.