Tessic (784) - Brantford, Ontario, - SEP 11, 2012
2.2 AROMA 4/10 APPEARANCE 4/5 TASTE 5/10 PALATE 2/5 OVERALL 7/20
This pale ale poured a dark amber colour with a big, foamy, light tan coloured head. To the nose there are scents of malt, cream and metal. First sip was watery with flavours of malt, light metal flavour and caramel. Finish is malty with a light hop tinge lingering.
ScottPurchase (13) - Ontario, CANADA - DEC 8, 2013
3.1 AROMA 7/10 APPEARANCE 3/5 TASTE 6/10 PALATE 2/5 OVERALL 13/20
It was spring 2003. The high point of my life, as I was not yet on the
no-fly list and I was visiting my dear Canadian cousin (who I am currently
living with at the time of writing this review) for the first time in ages.
My cousin and his wife were out watching the matinee of catch me if you can,
which if you haven’t seen it, is a fabulous film starring leonardo di caprio
(whom you may recognize from the titanic) about a young man who forges cheques
and loves and loses and is regarded as criminal while deep down he is only
running away from the divide which seperated his parents and now torments him.
My nephew, 8 years old at the time, was yelling in his room. Tasked with the duty
of babysitting, I journeyed upstairs to see him dancing. "What are you doing?!"
I screamed. "Are you a homosexual?" I questioned him as he stopped bouncing
and looked at me. "How can you dance if there’s no music" I said wryly as I
filed through his collection of music, mostly soundtracks to low budget movies.
"I just play the music in my head... I was dancing to Britney Spears". Enough,
I looked down at him with a menacing glare. Jesus, I thought, this kid is a genus.
How can one simply imagine music playing in their head. "Get your bag packed, we’re
going to Toronto". Two days later, we pulled up to the headquarters of CBC, and calling
in a personal favour of a security guard I met there who I had threatened upon
walking in, we got to see the talent agent for the comedy division. Within days
my young nephew was standing in front of a standard definition colour camera where
he would be given 5 minutes to perform his act, which I had titled, "The Genius of
My Heterosexual Nephew". When I say that he flopped, I mean he flopped hard. But
he was cut off well before his 5 minute window and we were asked to leave the building
and I was notified I would be investigated for improper treatment of a child. A dream
so very violently broken in an instant. We walked out of the building where my assistant
Michael was waiting for us in his Ford F-150 pickup truck. "How was it?" he asked
through the window which he had rolled down by hand when he saw us coming. I did not
answer. I sat down in the front seat and could feel his eyes on me, still waiting
for an answer. I glanced in the rearview mirror quickly to see my nephew,
smiling and swinging his dainty legs. "He f*cked up hard. It was a disgrace," I said
waiting to see my nephew burst into tears but he did not even attend to my words. Michael
started the vehicle, and no sooner than he did I exited the vehicle without word and
walked briskly up the steps back up to the CBC doors. I ignored the menacing glare I
received from the 67 year old black security guard and walked straight to the head
office of the talent agent who was playing solitaire on her grey dell laptop. She
stood up slowly because of a lingering back issue she had developed from her
big breasts and lack of muscular development in her back. She pointed her finger at
me, "You and your perverted son are not welcome at CBC" I did a cartwheel, flipped over
her desk and drabbed her by her jaw, growing through gritted teeth, "He’s not my son,
he’s my nephew and he’s a genius". She looked at me through the corner of her eye
and managed to put out her plea with pride, "What can I do for you then?" I let her go
and walked a few steps away from her, paused and stared at the ground, "What do you
have?" I turned around to wait for her answer. "Listen, Mr..." "Purchase" I replied. "Yes,
Mr.Purchase, well how would you like to own 10 newly landed immigrants." I looked
at her suspcisiously, "I would love to own 10 immigrants." She then told me of
a shipment she knew that was coming in next week in Vancouver, but I cut her off, "No, no
no, I’m not interested in Asian immigrants nor am I travelling to Vancouver. What else do
you have. What’s in the fridge?" I pointed to the mini fridge she had suspended from chains
directly above her office chair. "Oh Mr.Purchase, it’s nearly empty it just has some...
let me think... some cheese..."; I nodded "Okay, go on". "Oh let me see, she opened it,
well there’s the cheese, a ziplock bag of sauer kraut.. I’m sorry Mr.Purchase there’s
really nothing here that---". "What’s that?" I did a back flip over to the fridge
and grabbed a bottle of beer. She looked at me with a certain rage in her eyes, "Oh,
well I guess that’s a Granville Island beer, the English Bay Pale Ale." It was exactly what
I wanted, "I’ll take it". She stood there for a moment, grabbed the blue beer can from
my hand and walked past me muttering, "Follow me" and follow her I did. We got into the
elevator, and I tried to make small talk about her blood type and web browsing history
but she only responded with an evil condescending grin. We descended to the lowest
floor the elevator would take us, and when the doors opened she led me to a rail car
which I climbed into after she insisted we would be safe. The car travelled quickly
and took as around corners sharply and deeper into the underbelly of Toronto. The
scene beside me was a blur, with long lost appliances turning into streams of water
and maple syrup. Finally, she held back the brake and we came to a screeching halt
which at first seemed to bring us to a sudden silence but as my ears adjusted to the
new threshold of sound I was able to make out a distant collection of moans and
screeches. I followed her into the elaborate cave system where we walked into a large
opening so saturated in the stench of sweat and love making that I seemed to be drowning
in the thick moist air smelling of fish and yeast. She walked through the mass
of bodies, throbbing in unison; was it many orgies of different places
connected by a center or one large orgy centered aorund a place? I did not know,
but I followed her anyways. After we had navigated through the many bodies we
came to a secluded room, void of any soul but the two of us. I became aroused, as
I thought maybe this was the time where I would get my first "intimate experience"
but her signals appeared off (based on what I’d surmised from Patrick Swayze movies).
The walls surrounding us were bare dirt and a single work lamp dangled from the ceiling
above a lone table balancing in the center of the room. She placed the beer can down
confidently on the table and the echo of the metal on the wood echoed in the room, being
lost to the thumps and squishes of the group outside the door way. She pulled out
a narrow glass from her pocket, placed it on the table, again picked up the can
cracked it open and began to pour. As she did this, she curled her finger towards her
motioning for me to come closer. As I was but feet from her. She whispered, sit down,
and tell me what you see. I obeyed automatically, sitting down, but did not understand
what I was supposed to described, "It’s just a beer, in a glass.". Her eyes widened,
"TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE!!!!" She screamed. Me heart skipped a beat and instantly began
to pound, I scrambled for the words to come out, "Uh its a tulip shaped glass with
a gold rim full of a dark amber liquid, slightly cloudy with a thin white head
that has a little hint of yellow..." I was speaking feaverishly and began to cry. I looked
up to see her looking down, she smiled, "This will be the last thing you ever see." I raised
my head to try and aid in processing her words, but no sooner than i did, I saw her wooden
hand smash the light above me casting us into darkness. I screamed like a little girl in the
darkness, which was suddenly illuminated by the door opening and closing, as I heard the
click of the lock from the outside. I didn’t know what else to do, so I felt around in front
of me for the glass of beer. when I found it, I grabbed it with both hands and brought it
to my face. It smelt sweet, like honey but with a certain enhancement to the profile...
like that you would get from maple syrup or caramel. I brought the beer to my lips and
sipped, then guzzled, then cried as I let the mild sweet beer drain down my throat. A
subtle hop bitterness but so smoothly did it drain that it was at once empty. How I wish
I could be having this beer above ground by a lake with beautiful non-commanding women.
I was left with only the distant bready aftertaste, and the darkness of where I would
live my next 17 months of life. My name is Scott Purchase and I recommend this biere.
Japalo (949) - DENMARK - NOV 30, 2013
2.6 AROMA 4/10 APPEARANCE 5/5 TASTE 4/10 PALATE 1/5 OVERALL 12/20
Tap @ brewery Island. Golden clear small head. Yeasty. Nutty. Smooth dry. Slight bitter sweet dry finish.
Freaky_tiki (296) - Ontario, CANADA - NOV 25, 2013
2.8 AROMA 6/10 APPEARANCE 3/5 TASTE 5/10 PALATE 2/5 OVERALL 12/20
Back in the day I used to think this brewery was the Shiz-nit. Now it seems embarrassing. On tap pour at Stone Cottage in the bowels of Scarborough is sour, sweet & ill advised. No punch. No twang. Too safe. This is about as West Coast as Ottawa.
mathieuc (726) - Québec, Quebec, CANADA - NOV 21, 2013
2.3 AROMA 4/10 APPEARANCE 4/5 TASTE 4/10 PALATE 2/5 OVERALL 9/20
Pours a clear copper with a thin white head that offers good retention and leave nice lacing. Aroma has some weak malt and some earthy hops. Taste is NOT "brimming with West Coast character", one hardly feels any bitterness and there are close to no hoppy flavors. It does have a decent amount of caramel, though. Toasted grains. Herbal finish. Carbonation is a bit agressive, mouthfeel a little oily. Meh.
JRHBrew (366) - Fredericton, New Brunswick, CANADA - NOV 11, 2013
2.9 AROMA 3/10 APPEARANCE 2/5 TASTE 7/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 14/20
Something about this turns my crank. I think it is the malt character. There is something pleasant about it.
SlovakSniper (2557) - Candiac/Frelighsburg, Quebec, CANADA - NOV 8, 2013
2 AROMA 4/10 APPEARANCE 2/5 TASTE 4/10 PALATE 2/5 OVERALL 8/20
La robe de cette bière est foncée et cuivrée. La mousse ne tient pas. Le nez est simplement caramélisé, légèrement grillé et parfumé par une vieille poche de thé. Les saveurs sont maltées et très peu intéressantes. La bouche est beaucoup trop pétillante et vraiment mince. La finale est courte et sans grande conséquence. À oublier, certainement.
rederic (2794) - montréal, Quebec, CANADA - NOV 7, 2013
3.2 AROMA 6/10 APPEARANCE 3/5 TASTE 7/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 13/20
473ml can, amber-copper color, with a frothy pillowy beige head, with a mild toasted, bready malt, floral english fruity hop nose of ripe apples, with a faint toffee, light caramel bread crumbs note in the aroma follows through on a medium-bodied palate with a mild bready, caramel, toasted malty, earthy flowery fruity, leafy, faint tobacco hop character, reminiescent of english hops, with some light toffee, bran muffin, honey lollipop flavours, leading towards a yeasty, apple fruitiness, soft lingering leafy, fruity, grassy hop bitterness finish.
Tricker (241) - Quebec, CANADA - NOV 4, 2013
4 AROMA 8/10 APPEARANCE 4/5 TASTE 8/10 PALATE 4/5 OVERALL 16/20
Bière blonde de 5 % d’alcool. Elle possède un odorat amer, mais sucré. Elle a un goût caramélisé de céréale, notamment du malt. Très bonne en bouche.
simardsam (42) - Montreal, Quebec, CANADA - OCT 27, 2013
2.8 AROMA 5/10 APPEARANCE 3/5 TASTE 5/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 12/20
Cuivrée avec un collet de couleur crème. Un nez léger de malt et de caramel. En bouche, c’est sucré, un peu de malt et de raisin, mais ça reste faible au goût. Une petite amertume à peine perceptible.
GonZoBeeR (2752) - Ste-Eulalie, Quebec, CANADA - OCT 23, 2013
2.9 AROMA 5/10 APPEARANCE 3/5 TASTE 5/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 13/20
Aroma:light cramel,light cereal malt..
Appearance:Clear amber light head..