October 2008

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09-08-07_1909 [Revised]

My love and I were at a Thai restaurant when we discovered this beer. A joke beer, obviously. But after we had our giggle, I had to admit my curiosity was piqued.

Phuket, I thought. I’ll try it.

As it says on the label, it’s "The original island beer." What island? I had no idea. All I knew is that it was from Thailand.

Phuket, I thought. I’ll look it up on the Internet later.

We got it home, took a picture of it, and I popped it open. It’s going to be horrible, I thought. Like Coors flavored with rusty nails, or Budweiser with frog juice in it.

My ceremonial sniffing of the bottle was more out of fear than pretentiousness. The scent turned out to be a tad yeasty and was brimming with hops. Not bad, really. Pleasant even. Totally the opposite of what I was expecting.

Phuket, I thought. Here goes nothing. I put the bottle to my lips and tipped it back.

I have never been to Thailand. I didn’t know there is a coastal island called Phuket, nor did I know it’s a tropical paradise. Thanks to this beer, I know a lot about it now, and in fact it just may end up being where my love and I eventually spend our honeymoon.

IMG_0261This beer is really tasty. It’s flavorful without being aggressive, giving you a laid back island version of a good German lager, with energetic hops riding over a warm golden sweet maltiness. The aftertaste settles like a tropical sunset. As with many beers, it left me mourning the fact that I’d only picked up one.

Next time I see it, you can bet I’m going to say, "Phuket! I’m getting a whole six pack!"

Here it is over a year later, and I’ve put this back on the top of the website.  Why?  Well, because they sent us this cool shirt…

Odd, but I could swear I’ve already reviewed this.  But no, I haven’t, or at least if I have, I’ve lost it somehow.

imageDarn, and here I thought I could just drink it for the pure mindless pleasure of drinking.

Funny how that works.  Drinking beer has become a task.  At least, if I am to review it, I have to pay much closer attention to the beer itself, and take notes.

There’s a good side and a bad side.  The good side is, I appreciate the beer more if I’m entirely focused on it.  The bad side is, well, obvious.

Oh well, I need to just suck it up.  No one is forcing me to do this.  And if I start whining, someone needs to jam their boot into my behind.  I’m drinking beer.  Wow, such a hard job.  Poor me.

Anyway, about the actual brew in question:  Smells sweet, yeasty, and of dark malts.

Tastes rich, smooth, sweetly dark, with a kind of Malt-O-Meal grainy chocolate yumminess.  Very tasty! 

I also find it has a delicate edge to it.  This is a surprisingly refined dark ale.  I hereby proclaim it to be groovy, and award it with a 6.7 on the Holy Grail Scale.

“A hop lover’s delight!” says the label. “In the India Pale Ale tradition, this brew is very hoppy in both aroma and flavor from the generous amounts of Cascade hops used in brewing. Look for a medium to full body and golden straw color. Enjoy!”

Well… I hope I do! And I also hope it helps knock me out of this lonely Sunday afternoon funk in which I’ve found myself.

Pop goes the top. I take that first sniff. It most definitely features a hoppy aroma. Hops and yeast is all I smell.

First sip — an explosion of hops. Sparkling, bold, not too green, bitter but not overpoweringly so. They weren’t lying. It’s as hoppy as you can get without being a frog. It’s as smooth as you can get while being this hoppy.

This is a fine India pale ale, and I hereby officially deem it Groovy. I also bestow upon it 5.7 on the Holy Grail Scale, and am happy to report it has helped lift me out of this funk.

imageI’ve found the Holy Beer.

Well, kind of.  In the novel I’m writing, I’ve determined the secret ingredient of the Holy Beer:  juice from the fruit of the tree of life.  Which, in the novel, turns out to be pomegranates.

This beer (obviously) has pomegranate juice in it.  That’s why I picked it up, thinking…  Hmm, I can use this in the novel.

Popping the top, this brew smells … mealy.  Not in a bad way, just in a raw grain way.  There’s the faint aroma of wheat and a trace of, I think, greenish hops.

I take a taste and am somewhat surprised.  It’s different than any other beer I’ve tried, and that’s saying something.  It’s sharp, delicately bitter, and tangy but not in a citrus way.  Must be the pomegranate, but I don’t taste pomegranate.  In fact had the label not clearly given it away, I never would have guessed it was in there.

It tastes somehow … primitive.  Must be the unfiltered wheat?  But it’s refreshing, and I like it.  A lot.  I could drink one after another.

Methinks they’ve found a perfect recipe for keeping a wheat beer from being boring.

I have to share this bit of the label text:  "Deep in the heart of the Adirondacks, a top secret grove of pomegranates grow wild and free.  They are protected by ‘ferocious’ bears!  We traded them ten tons of honey to make this unique brew."

So, it’s made by bears?

Looks like I’m not the only fantasy writer in the brewing business.

Anyway, I hereby proclaim this to be a groovy brew, and award it 7.77 on the Holy Grail Scale.

image This is a English Amber Ale from Montana.

What is it about breweries and dogs, anyway?  I see more dogs on labels than anything else.  Dogs and devils.  Some devilish dogs as well.

This one is a nice looking black lab named "Chug" featuring the inscription "No whiners."

Enough about the label … let’s see how it tastes:  Aggressive and tangy, this brew features a vivid hoppiness that rides herd over the flavors, keeping the malts in line and preventing them from straying.  It energetically tingles the tongue right before the hops bloom, the bitterness swells, the beer fairies sing and dance, and it all fades to a clean malt finish. 

I like it.

I hereby honor "Chug" the black dog as an officially groovy brew, and award it 6.7 on the Holy Grail Scale.