Sweet barley-malted Scotch-grazed caramel frontage maintains syrupy creaminess. Bock-like in its full-bodied essence. Brewery defunct: 2001.
WOODSTOCK BIG INDIAN PORTER
Brewed with a combination of pale, crystal, chocolate, and black malts, this trusty porter retains sticky yeast sinew and bittersweet musty-grained mocha residue. Soft water fizz sops up creamy malt extract, endangering its appeal to stronger tastes. Not far removed from a dry oatmeal stout or lilting barleywine. Brewery defunct: 2001.
WOODFORDE’S NORFOLK WHERRY BEST BITTER
WOODFORDE’S NORFOLK DARK ALE
Heavily carbonated, Scotch-wafted, bottle conditioned ale (a.k.a. Norfolk Nog) with foamy tan head creating web-like Brussels lace above amber body. Sourdough breading, toasted barley, earthen wild oats and bittersweet chocolate somehow form creamy soda-like consistency. Mild prune-fig coarsening settles above buttery bottom, countering fizzy flow. Problem: none of the assorted flavors maintain to informal finish.
WOLAVERS WILL STEVENS’ PUMPKIN ALE
WOLAVERS PALE ALE
First impression: lightly pined copper-hazed ale compared favorably to Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. Sinewy caramel yeast foundation provides perfect ‘tap beer’ essence while subtle nut bitterness firms up wheat-chaffed floral bouquet. Damp dry-hopped orange rind dankness envelops succinct mineral grain finish.
WOLAVERS OAK BARREL AGED INDIA PALE ALE
WOLAVERS I.P.A.
WOLAVERS CERTIFIED ORGANIC PAT LEAVY’S ALL-AMERICAN ALE
WOLAVERS CERTIFIED OATMEAL STOUT
Promising coffee-oiled cappuccino entry and transient cocoa-dried dark chocolate spell bring dissipating up-front pleasantry. But oats-charred hop bittering and ashen tar acridity subsume initial mocha bounty as well as ancillary dried-fruited cherry-fig souring and smoked nut segue, allowing musty earthen graining to relegate mushroomed piney bottom.
WOLAVERS BROWN ALE
WITKAP-PATER ABBEY-SINGEL ALE
Yet another brew that rips us off for .8 ounces (11.2 oz. instead of 12). Smooth, somewhat fruity Belgium ale goes down like clove-spiced champagne. Musty apple-pear misting and phenolic lemony grapefruit dissonance reach ransacked doughy bottom. A tad too sudsy to fully satisfy the beast within, lacking body and character (especially when compared to finer Belgian ales).





