Style: Weissbier, sour mash, wheat beer
Masterminds: Bells Brewery, Inc.
Location: Kalamazoo, MI
ABV: 4%
Hops:
Drinkability: Have you ever had a canoe beer that went bad?
Awards:
I like sours, seriously... Monks Flemish Style Sour Ale? Delicious!
Ok... now the incumbent...
Pours with a watery clouded pale yellow. Reminds me of a really watered down wheat beer. Oh wait... Appears flat with limited head. Not much carbonation.
Has a sharp tart/sour nose to it with wheat undertones.
Slight tart forward with really mellow wheat and ever so slight lemon notes.
Finish is... unremarkable
O-Dawg: 1.5 heads
Postmortem:
To be fair I brought this over to a friends house to watch Peyton Manning (big Bronco ex-Colt not little Giant) on his opening in this years 2012 NFL season. Yes I support ex-Colts, even watched Green Bays opening game to watch Jeff Saturday get in a few snaps. Skip had a few people over and he grilled out per usual during the start of the NFL season. Note the brats in the foreground. When popping the top off this treat I was expecting a complex sour, one that played the classic good cop bad cop with your senses. You know what i am talking about! Sour pungent nose that reeks of vinegar bitterness that gives way to a complex and robust sour ale that really is in shocking contrast to the smell. This was none of these things. I likened it to canoe beer for the shear lack of any taste. The notes too subtle for my liking. In the end didn't offer anything up to make this beer a treat that I have come to know and love from Bells. I split it with Skip and I think I made him cry because he was expecting the same. Pretty sure he cried himself to sleep, on his huge pillow. Sorry Julie...
To be fair I brought this over to a friends house to watch Peyton Manning (big Bronco ex-Colt not little Giant) on his opening in this years 2012 NFL season. Yes I support ex-Colts, even watched Green Bays opening game to watch Jeff Saturday get in a few snaps. Skip had a few people over and he grilled out per usual during the start of the NFL season. Note the brats in the foreground. When popping the top off this treat I was expecting a complex sour, one that played the classic good cop bad cop with your senses. You know what i am talking about! Sour pungent nose that reeks of vinegar bitterness that gives way to a complex and robust sour ale that really is in shocking contrast to the smell. This was none of these things. I likened it to canoe beer for the shear lack of any taste. The notes too subtle for my liking. In the end didn't offer anything up to make this beer a treat that I have come to know and love from Bells. I split it with Skip and I think I made him cry because he was expecting the same. Pretty sure he cried himself to sleep, on his huge pillow. Sorry Julie...
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