Friday, August 31, 2012

Lucky 13 Alt--The writing's on the bottle


Lagunitas is a brewery that knows the beer experience begins long before you take your first sip. It begins when you're looking at the shelf trying to decide what to buy to take home. You're looking at the dizzying array of bottles on the shelf (If you've got a liquor store like mine, there are literally hundreds of different choices--just in the bomber section!), and you're trying to figure out what feels right for the evening. You make this decision based on a variety of factors, such as what you know about a brewery or particular beer, what you're in the mood for, and what the bottle looks like.

Breweries try to influence this decision, of course, by making the most attractive bottles possible, but Lagunitas stands apart from the others by how it chooses to do this, and it's partly for the bottle that I chose the Lucky 13 for this afternoon. It's not just that it has a pretty girl on the bottle, which is always a draw for me (See this popular post on our sister blog for more information on Beer Babes). Lagunitas also does something else that I love: they pay attention to the writing on the bottle. I have often been very happy with the writing on a Lagunitas bottle. Let's take a moment to look at the writing on this bottle:

From the first day of the first mash of the first recipe in the first brewhouse in the first space to this oasis 13 years on the road; We have worked hard to walk in the footsteps of our hero brewers--The Noble Brewer of the planet's only legal Steam Beer, and Oregon's Rebe Brewer from Newport. Thirteen years down the road, we have found our own voice as brewers but our admiration for the Great Ones has not dimmed one bit. If we walked well down the hero's path ourselves, perhaps we too have been an inspiration for others. Beer is a Bronze Age business and we feel honored to have left our footprints on it's [sic] path into history at the same time leaving our flavors on your buds. Thanks for your trust over the years, and we hope you enjoy this specially brewed Hi-Gravity Auburn offering. Beer Speaks, People Mumble!
 From the repetition of "first" to the repetition of the company's slogan, this text oozes of the anxiety of influence in brewing. They are conscious that they are standing on the shoulders of giants and are attempting to pay tribute to their immediate inspiration (explicitly referring to Anchor and Rogue) as well as the long tradition of which they are a part.

This is not great writing (note the its/it's confusion for example), but it is a sincere attempt to capture the spirit that went into the beer's making, something they hope will carry over. It is attempting to enhance the act of brewing as communication, which is something they consistently try to do.

For another example, consider the label text on their Little Sumpin' Wild Ale:

"Bring me Sumpin' Wild!" His voice rang out down the double helical hallway. He was summoning the object of his desire, that Phenolic Off-Flavor producing POF gene. He was a handsome, albeit pedestrian, heterozygous diploid strain and he longed for the wild side of things--the lights, the big city, the clove esters, the subtle tropical fruit nuances . . . but he was an ordinary diploid. "Bring me the POF!" he bellowed again down the helix holding out his fresh new bud in hopeful expectation of the imminent protoplast fusion that would allow him to decarboxylate ferulate to 4-vinyl guaiacol and qualify him for pitching and subsequent ATP defilement of the luscious Little Sumpin' wort. Hope springs eternal, but who among us is as luck as all that . . ?
 All this to explain that this is their typical Little Sumpin' Sumpin' Ale fermented with Westmalle yeast, but what an explanation!

There are a lot of different approaches to writing beer bottle text, but Lagunitas' is one I admire. Sincerity and devotion to the spirit over all. No one can truly capture the taste or experience of the beer itself--the label should strive to capture something of the spirit of the brewer and the message of the beer.

Now, getting past the label to tasting the beer itself. This is a delicious beer. It pours an attractive pale red color, with little in the way of head, but for its lightness it has a surprising amount of malt flavor. Lagunitas addresses this in their virtual tasting, which is very accurate. And, of course, the hops are strong and delicious. Lagunitas is definitely in the top 5 hop-handling brewers in the country (Odell, Stone, Dogfish Head, and someone else I'm forgetting to round out the others), and they do a masterful job here. Lucky 13 Alt has a complex, bitter, piney finish that doesn't hit like a hammer, but rises like a wave and bears you up with it.

I've had the "Veronica" form of Lucky 13, but I don't remember it well. Having had it twice, I can definitely say that the "Betty" form is highly recommended, especially for hop-heads.

Beer piled on beer were all too little: Drink--and be damned!

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Summer Is St. Lupulin Season

One of the things I look forward to every year is the return of St. Lupulin, Odell's summer seasonal. Named after a fictitious patron who tends the hops to draw out the delicate flavor of the essential oil contained within, St. Lupulin is crisp and refreshing, perfect for cooling down after a long day of tending your own crop.

It's a dry-hopped ale, and it's got plenty of hop flavor, but it's a delicate hoppiness. Interspersing these with a couple of different IPAs, it's easy to tell the difference. While most hoppy beers hit the tongue like a hammer, St. Lupulin rolls up your taste buds like a wave, and the light malt helps to make this a very drinkable summer beer--not quite chuggable, but close--and why would you want to, anyway?

summer beer
The label is nicely designed--I didn't recognize the beer glass at first.

Summer beer
As you can see, it's a nice, clean pour.
If you like hops but haven't had the chance to enjoy this delicate summer brew, I highly recommend it. And if you're the kind of person who thinks he doesn't like hops, well, this is one that might just change your mind.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Raspberry Russian Imperial Stout

Fruit beers have a reputation for being frou-frou. Not so this raspberry Russian imperial stout by Widmer Brothers. It's about as serious as they come. When I looked at the label, I thought, what an odd pairing--I'm used to fruit beers being light affairs, whether they are berry beers or apricot beers, they all seem to emphasize blonde ales. So I was immediately intrigued. I also thought, raspberry is Tracy's favorite fruit and she asked me to pick up something special for her. I did suspect it might be too strong, but I also thought it was worth a try, something different and definitely special.

As counter-intuitive as it seemed when I looked at the label when I tasted it the combination was, of course, perfectly natural. Like raspberry and dark chocolate. Very dark chocolate, like 80% cocoa dark, with some coffee to make a very dark mocha flavor. Plus 9.3% alcohol and some fortifying hops. The flavor is very strong, and you wouldn't think that the hint of raspberries from the aroma would be able to hold up against them, but it does, creating a striking flavor that really works in every one of its facets.

Alas, Tracy did not like it--it was too strong. To be fair, she doesn't like 80% cocoa chocolate (truthfully, I don't tend to, either, but with hops & alcohol, I can go with it). But I really did. Highly recommended. An image of the beer itself. It doesn't do justice to the head--it's Tracy's portion poured back in the bottle to wait until I could enjoy it and it had gotten more than a little flat. Remarkably, it's still tasty that way. It's very dark, but if you hold it up to the light and tilt the glass to get a view through the thinnest portion, there's some purple there. Highly recommended!



Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Books and Beers Pt. 1

So, earlier this week, for reasons too complicated to go into right now, I was forced to listen to an hour or longer lecture by a policeman. No, the lecture wasn't directed at me, but it might as well have been for all the good it did the kid. Now, policemen might be good at a lot of things, but if this guy was any indication, they are shitty counselors. Instead of droning on for better than an hour, he coulda just said this:

Things don't always go according to plan, so don't burn any bridges, kid.

And then left. The kid might've gotten it or he might not, but at least he would've known what the message was. And it probably would've been just as relevant as whatever the hell he was trying to say to the kid, which I could hardly figure out and I'm not sure what it was except maybe, "If you do bad stuff, people will blather at you for hours on end. So be good, and don't make me come down here and blather at you some more."

So, anyway, speaking of plans, my plans for this evening went pretty fubar pretty quickly, but I didn't burn any bridges, and may have even built one at the Mutiny Now! Bookstore^1 in anticipation of May 1 Day of Resistance. (We'll see how that goes!) I'll revisit my plan and try to bring it to fruition for part 2.

But in the meantime, the best part of this evening was the part that actually went sort of according to plan--getting down to enjoy Double IPApril at The Rackhouse with the guy(s). Well, one guy made it, anyway. A little late, but that's okay, I don't mind drinking alone, and I technically wasn't alone, I was with The Wizard of Lemuria (the one on the right). And how is said wizard? Hilarious! He reads like Kevin^2.So, anyway, Clint gets there after a while and I say "Sorry, Wiz, but I gotta go." And Clint and I start talking about all manner of things personal and professional, mostly professional because we have worked together and continue to work together off and on. It was good to listen to his problems and realize that for all the crap I have to deal with, the best I might be able to hope for is trading SSDD for SSDP. The Sheriff's got his problems, too, right?^3

And it was also good to just drink some beers again. I've been sick for the past few days and an involuntary teetotaler, and I gotta tell you, I am not a Bear Who Could Leave It Alone. So when I got to The Rackhouse, with the smell of whiskey-in-the-making filling my nostrils, I jumped right in with the Palate Wrecker from Green Flash. Now that is good stuff. If you like hops. Very, very hoppy, but a good kind of hop flavor. Intense, but smooth and rich, not like, for example, the Hopbomination, which just made me think of eating a big bag of grass clippings.

Then I enjoyed Lawyers, Guns, and Money from Crazy Mountain, also very hoppy, but to my mind not as tasty. Also, it seemed like the flavor took a turn to the right in my mouth at the tail end. The guy next to me was trying a taste of it at the same time seemed to know a bit about beer, so I asked him about what the taste was doing at the end. "It gets bitter at the end," he says to me. (Thank you, Mr. Beer Man, for that insight--a double IPA that gets bitter at the end, who'd'a thunk it?)

So then I wanted to have some of the Hypothesis from River North. I'd had this before and enjoyed it and wanted to see how a Belgian stacked up against the normal double IPAs, and it didn't fare too well, just a little off for my taste.

And I finished off with an old standard the 7 Seas from Dry Dock. The color of the pour didn't look like what I normally recognize from the bottles, but it matches what's on the brewery's handy menu, so I expect she didn't pour me from the wrong tap while I wasn't looking. By this point my palate was pretty wrecked (it could be my fault), so I don't think I could've testified one way or another, but it was definitely in the same vein and held its own against the others, so I was happy.

And I left happy and Clint and I shared the requisite extra 20 minutes in the parking lot on those 1 or 2 conversation topics that didn't get brought up yet, and I came home. So, not according to plan, but not bad, either.

1--Formerly Ichabod's "Yeah, like seven years ago!" according to the manager. "Welcome back!" he also said in a very un-Denver-like fashion. But he's a good guy. Repaired the binding on the Wiz, knocked a buck off the price, and gave me my 25 cent cheapie for free on top of that. So he'll probably be back in Part 2. Mutiny was so much not a part of the plan, it's represented here by the fragment of a sign reading "Clean Used Books."
2--If you know what this means, it likely inspires either hope or horror, according to your humors. If you don't know what this means, consider this exemplary dialogue: "They'll reward you all right--by feeding your heart to the slith! Know you not that the daotar of the guards, the noble Barand Thon, is the oldest friend of the father of the man you slew?" I knew that! And I bet many Shuvs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the slor that day, I can tell you!
3--Which I know because the cop just couldn't help but sprinkle them liberally through his diatribe!

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Rubaiyat of Beer: Part 4

Life like a glass tipped by careless mistake
From the bar, the hand may make
A grab as it falls: The glass may be caught
Or it may hit the dirty floor and break

The glass whose hoppy kiss oft enjoyed
By chance slight yet impossible to avoid
Shall tumble mere seconds out of reach
And be instantly, irrevocably destroyed

Shattered sharp edges glittering wondrous bright
On so dark a floor finding so much light
Then uncaring hand, broom, and pan sweep
Them up to be put forever out of sight.

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