On tap at Seven Lakes Station, nebulous pale honey bock brings musky wet-grained Vienna malting to slightly viscous raw honey astringency and spicy hop tingle in relegated manner. Closer to a dewy autumnal ale than a springtime bock. On second passing, raw-honeyed orange souring gained musky black tea rusticity and minty lavender afterglow that’s muskier and sourer than stylishly expected.
