Unassuming springtime seasonal (2011) retains crisply mild orange-lemon peeled tartness over delicate hop spicing. Citric hard candied sugaring reduced by fizzy carbolic nature to frail honeyed wheat spine. Soapy citron finish is neither unpleasant nor offensive.
Closer to a lightened India Pale Ale with its wood-spiced bittering lingering across advertised lemon-peeled grains of paradise fruiting. Subsequent white-peppered Belgian-like candi-sugaring and minor herbal nuances bring further peculiarities to emboldened medium-bodied seasonal.
Cloying saccharine-like lime soda likeness may put off all but fruited malt beverage lunkheads. Dry lime spritzer (with acrid hop-fizzed aridity and straw-yellowed hue) picks up definite agave influence, but goes flat quick. Sugary lemonade snip, tart white-yellow grape parching, and zesty menthol herbage round out trendy light-bodied desiccation.
Vacuous and overbearingly slick copper-bronzed session beer from hell. Faintest cocoa-dusted sugar wafer placidity and muted plum-fig conflux barely register alongside nebulous hop astringency. Unnoticeable 5.8% alcohol volume adds to the drear.
On tap at Andy’s Corner Bar, vigorous pre-prohibition-styled pale body reaches creamy honeyed malt summit. Sharply salted grassy-hopped spicing underscores corn-sugared cereal graining contrasting tart lemon-peeled yellow-fruited bittering. A well-balanced full-bodied changeup that’s more robust and flavorful than typical light pilsner fare.
Curiously, defecated weasel excrement picks up enzymes in the digestive system (from eaten coffee berries) to create very interesting and worthwhile crap! Terrific black velvet Imperial Oatmeal Stout (with ruby highlights) retains strong black coffee theme and creamy espresso supplement for extremely peculiar brunch digestif. Strong coffee frontage well integrated to chocolate-caked crème brulee sweetness, viscous Blackstrap molasses malting and rich burgundy-port wining for rigidly robust rapscallion. Heavily roasted oats embed massive hop char from top to bottom, heightening heavenly coffee insistence as well as subsidiary berry contingent and black cherry niche.
Middling dry Irish stout lets slick plastic impression and everlastingly harsh charcoal tarred bittering disrupt decent blackened mocha theme. Resounding coffee-burnt dark chocolate frontage accrues resinous hop char and dirty earthen spell. Ashen plum, prune and raisin subsidy lost amidst acrid phenol doldrums. On second passing, peat-soiled marble rye, pungent black tea, bourbon and molasses undertones nip at the bitter black chocolate finish.
On tap at Andy’s Corner Bar, wood-lacquered English-styled India Pale Ale (known as Hop Project #2) retains tart grapefruit-peeled acridity, earthen bark-dried desiccation, and strong alcohol burn. Milled oats graze alcohol-burnt yellow fruiting and tobacco-leafed dark floral nuance. Minor beechwood smoking detected in far distance.
On tap at Andy’s Corner Bar, syrupy full body conveys creamy Black Forest-caked cherry cordial theme. Fudged brown chocolate, whiskeyed Maraschino cherry, maple-sapped hazelnut, black cherry soda and vanilla illusions add further sugary sweetness to nearly cloying dessert beer that’s more chewy than gooey.
On tap at Andy’s Corner Bar, opulent crème brulee theme spreads across blackened mocha malting, peat whiskey nudge, and oaken vanilla smudge. Sharp hop-charred nuttiness seeps into dark-roasted graining, but residual barrel-aged fuming needs deeper penetration for fuller overall body and richer chocolate finish.
Blasé amber-hazed moderation with softer piney hop bittering and less prominent grapefruit influence than Zeus and Simcoe hop-based variety. Unobtrusive grapefruit-tangerine fruiting, indecisive evergreen freshness, perfunctory spicing and indistinct floral nuances bring down insubstantial dry body.
Strongest, but not best, of deconstructed Latitude 48 India Pale Ale series, lacks specificity. Passable coppery-glowed medium body brings prominent grapefruit pith tartness and resinous piney hop bittering to muted honey-sugared apple-peach tang. Dried floral, wet leaf and lemon pepper illusions scarcely scoot through blanched yellow-fruited alacrity.
