Now fruit and beer are two words, when taken separately, evoke images of sweetness and sunshine, good times and fine living. Place them together, and well, let's just say ring the warning bells loudly, because there is no telling what surprises may lay waiting for you. You may say I have a bias against fruit beer, and that would be true, albeit oversimplified. I prefer to think that I have a healthy sense of Pavlovian caution. In the immortal words of the ever-eloquent George W. Bush " fool me once, shame on - shame on you. Fool me - you can't get fooled again."

The tan head scrams quickly, as if it has done something wrong, and doesn't want to get caught. It leaves no trace behind. Pure brown in color, and the only characteristic that distinguished this brew from a cup of tea was the froth. Sour fruits (soured fruits?), yeast and a little burnt sugar float languid from the goblet. Tastes tangy and cloying up front with apricots, apples and white grapes. Small amounts of spice and taffy come into play. Has a soured, vinegary aftertaste that does not suit me in any form or fashion. A few sips in and things begging to calm down, but this one still has some serious issues with balance. Medium bodied.
The Aprhrodite is not a drain pour, mostly due to the price, and I really don't have any inclination to write any more in regards to this one as it completely misses the deck.
So call me biased or whatever, I'm just not a fruit/vegetable beer kinda guy, and I make no apologies. As a matter of fact, I'm proud of it. I think I'm going to need a Three Philosophers to fix this issue.
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