Hapless ‘big beer’ proves out of range for commonplace Utah brewer. Dubious sunny yellow-hazed medium body lacks body and character of exalted Imperial class. Brawny Saaz-hopped pilsner-malted citric-honeyed astringency corrupts grassy black-peppered bittering. Detrimental lemon-rotted orange-juiced souring and soapy cabbage-like vegetal acridity run rampant above frail peach-apple whim. Pass.
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WILD GOOSE XPA EXTRA PALE ALE
(TWO BROTHERS) LONG HAUL SESSION ALE
TAPS VIENNA LAGER
TAPS SMOKE LAGER
TAPS KOLSCH
TAPS RED ALE
PRETTY THINGS JACK D’OR SAISON
Ambitious farmhouse-styled saison retains bitter-hopped herbal-nosed floral-spiced tropicalia. Resilient black, white, and lemon peppered grapefruit rind bittering contrasts honey-malted peach-pear-tangerine juicing, tropical pineapple-mango-kiwi surge, and wild-flowered dandelion-daisy-sunflower influence to creamy vanilla stead. Zesty lemon-pledged Granny Smith apple souring secures backend. More enjoyable with each sip, peeling away layers of rounded flavors.
POINT NUDE BEACH SUMMER WHEAT
Rich amber-hazed wheat perfectly befits sunny summertime sipping. Creamy honeyed yeast sinew lathers lemony banana-orange fruiting and downplayed clove-coriander spicing. Mild hop bittering and spritzy lemon zest contrast luscious butterscotch ascent. Despite unfiltered American styling, closer to full-bodied German-styled wiessbier.
LEFT HAND OKTOBERFEST MARZEN LAGER
Plain German-styled March-brewed moderate-bodied lager placates bland honey-roasted Vienna malting with recessive barley-toasted cocoa-buttered almond-pecan-chestnut sway. Rankled phenol-hopped vegetal stint submerges orange-oiled grape nut affinity to biscuit-y bottom. Some metallic debris encumbers backend of absolutely directionless mess. Better 2018 version brought sweet Vienna malt relief to brown apple-pear illusions and leafy hop-oiled foliage.
LEFT HAND 400 POUND MONKEY INDIA PALE ALE
Brusque Old World English-styled IPA recommended to traditionalist British pub hounds who’ll take umbrage with negative designations. Expect tinny copper ale or musty Dortmunder likeness instead of more fashionable fruit-juiced pine-hopped bittering. Earthen fungi waft and black tea entry heighten weirdly vegetal broccoli rabe snippet, skunked herbal funk, and minor juniper astringency. Gnarly rye-hopped leaf-dried nut-smoked acridity relegates organic grain richness. Unlike American IPA’s, there’s no fruited sweetness countering rugged bitterness. Serve to savvy Brits and experimental pubcrawlers.