Tonight's beer: Green Flash Palate Wrecker
Taking a sip of this beer is like lighting the fuse on a hydrogen bomb: Moments later, there's a flicker of fruity sweetness right before a piney-citrussy shockwave hits, mostly grapefruit with smatterings of lemons and limes and oranges; carried along among the detritus are impressions of flowers, grass, and musky melons and tropical fruits. Bread and caramel are but distant blast shadows.
Maybe a little on the bready-thick side of medium-bodied, nicely carbonated. Not really chewy, but packing scads of resinous-syrupy stickiness. Scrubbing and scouring, intensely drying. Not one single hint of the 9.5% ABV.
Um. Yeah. Other than my palate's not feeling particularly wrecked (an observation I make every time I have this beer (which is as often as possible)), this is one of a very small number of highly-hyped Double IPAs I've found to live up to said hype. Crazy intense and complex, deliriously unbalanced but beautifully well-integrated, more subtle than the serpent. For the hop-heads, a deliciously wild ride.
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| Green Flash Palate Wrecker |
Taking a sip of this beer is like lighting the fuse on a hydrogen bomb: Moments later, there's a flicker of fruity sweetness right before a piney-citrussy shockwave hits, mostly grapefruit with smatterings of lemons and limes and oranges; carried along among the detritus are impressions of flowers, grass, and musky melons and tropical fruits. Bread and caramel are but distant blast shadows.
Maybe a little on the bready-thick side of medium-bodied, nicely carbonated. Not really chewy, but packing scads of resinous-syrupy stickiness. Scrubbing and scouring, intensely drying. Not one single hint of the 9.5% ABV.
Um. Yeah. Other than my palate's not feeling particularly wrecked (an observation I make every time I have this beer (which is as often as possible)), this is one of a very small number of highly-hyped Double IPAs I've found to live up to said hype. Crazy intense and complex, deliriously unbalanced but beautifully well-integrated, more subtle than the serpent. For the hop-heads, a deliciously wild ride.
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