Leighton (22773) - London, Greater London, ENGLAND - JUL 2, 2016
Bottle shared at the Sander Stag. Pours clear ruby-gold with a frothy, off-white head. The nose has lightly toasted bread, berries, yeast, light dough. Light sweet flavour with subtly tangy berries, cherry, leather, bread, a little grain. Light bodied with lively carbonation. Lightly sweet on the finish, with more tangy berries, cherry, doughy brown bread. Not bad. malrubius (3083) - Springfield, Vermont, USA - SEP 10, 2014
Bottle from Craft Beer Cellar. Brown with dense fluffy head and lotsa lace. Herbal bready aroma. Pretty fresh smell for a beer that’s probably 18 months old. Medium fruity tart plummy sweetness with herbal grainy malts and very dry herbal finish. Medium-light soft body. Very good. Need a new category for dark saison. BrewBoxer (2667) - New York, New York, USA - JAN 26, 2014
Draft at the mount snow station tap room in Vermont. Pours a darker amber looking color worn a saison yeasty taste
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Brown sugar color. Sugary aroma, unexciting flavor; slightly bitter, dry. Sort of thin body. Concealer (1278) - Denver, Colorado, USA - DEC 28, 2013
Tap. Hazy light brown and a frothy off whit head. Smells of toasted malt, nuts, spice and some earthy notes. Sweet malt, bread, and spice. Medium bodied with a lingering malt.
ModeEngage (153) - Lowell, Massachusetts, USA - DEC 28, 2013
Pours amber-brown with a lasting white head. Bread and rye on the nose. Drinks smoothly with a mild hop bite on the back of the tongue. Malt shines through in the flavor profile. Good campfire beer. radarsock (1223) - Massachusetts, USA - DEC 20, 2013
I think the mention of Slovenian hops in beer menu description could have done it, but it could have also been several other factors which attracted me to this farmhouse ale last night at the Grog. For one, its name was elegiac, as if it were the title of a Walt Whitman poem, and I don’t know of one person who isn’t a fan. Another circumstance was that it was recommended by a barfly I had been talking to for 45 minutes and who had a real knack for bringing up his wife Margarine and their dog Spotswood. The barfly began gossiping about his affair with a decrepit librarian in town when my beer had arrived. It was a cold beverage, and I drank quickly. Blocking the image of this fellow inserting himself into a wretched, quarrelsome old bat was my first duty. Speedily, the flavors of wet sourdough, Crystal malt, cashews, French and Central European hops, and banana peppers entered my senses. Not all at once; the sourdough and Crystal was first, then the cashews, hops, and banana peppers patiently followed. But these flavors were enough to briefly shake the barfly’s story, although halfway through I did find myself wondering what happened to the librarian: did she just go back to her life as if nothing went down between them, or was she reeling in an obsessive trait locked deep down inside her psyche where she personally felt obligated to now possess the barfly’s body? It must have been about the time he introduced the librarian as a lifelong NRA member, who had shown up a few weeks prior to his apartment with a glock pressed against his right temple and screaming furiously at him to leave his wife, that I finally noticed the pastry dough and marsh rosemarry in the beer. It was detected right at swallow which was when I wanted to leave the bar and never come back again. Thankfully, I didn’t, and the the barfly’s story, although grim in much of its narrative, ended happily: the librarian, whose real name was Annabel, was arrested on the night of November, 23rd. His proof were the scratch marks on his arms; some of his skin was found under her 4-inch green-and-white false nails in which his blood had dried days earlier and had absorbed into the extensions crimsoning the jagged tips. At 10:01 pm, the barfly left but not before saying his goodbyes to the bartenders and to the friend he had talked to for an hour straight about his romantic problems. Before he ventured out into the cold, cold night, he turned to me with which a miniature smirk appeared in the middle of aging, wrinkled face, and said, "And you know, the fucked up thing is I’m really a psychologist. I should honestly have my personal life under control with that as a profession. Anyway -- see ya, bud." johnnnniee (4457) - Bedford, New Hampshire, USA - OCT 17, 2013
Batch 001 Bottle from the Brewery.
Pours a solid amber color with a huge tightly bubbled off white head that persists forever. Brown sugar, caramel and lots of spicy rye make up most of the aroma here. Light yeasty esters remind you this has a Belgian strain. Little to no hop aroma. Sweet dark sugary flavor with hints of rye spice, yeast, a touch of alcohol and a bit of aspirin in the finish. Medium body with a moderate level of carbonation and a slick almost tart mouthfeel. The dark sugary flavor is a nice change but there’s a bitterness in here that disagrees with me. Decent beer, but not something I’m likely to seek out again. AirForceHops (8026) - Epping, New Hampshire, USA - OCT 12, 2013
750 ml bottle Batch 1 on label. Amber / brown in color with thin white head. Nose is a good dose of rye, sugar and caramel. Flavor is much the same with the rye being the dominate. Dusty yeast element to it as well. Body is medium and smooth. Interesting take on the saison style. It does work for the cooler weather, slightly above average. tom10101 (6297) - Quebec, CANADA - OCT 9, 2013
On tap @ Tip Tap Room (Boston). Dark brown with a medium reddish beige head and heavy lacing. Aroma is of yeast, molasses, light roasted malt and light banana... bland. Taste is mild with yeast, molasses, light banana and light roasted malt. Medium body, but somewhat watery. Low to moderate carbonation. Mild and drinkable, but not really refreshing. Subpar dark Saison. Bland.