First beer of 2015: Brasserie Dupont Avec los Bons Vœux de la Brasserie Dupont
Opens brightly fruity: mostly pale stuff like apples and pears, citrussy lemons and oranges and limes. Pale bready sweetness emerges right behind, with hints of honey and caramel. Flickers of baking spices dance around the edges—mainly allspice and cloves. Grassy-floral bitterness, threaded with perfume and musk, arises around the finish. Though the beer starts fruity, it's never much other than mostly dry, and it only gets drier. Funky-musky overtones throughout.
Shockingly light-bodied, nicely carbonated. Maybe a trace of stickiness, but mostly cleansing and scrubbing. Basically no hint of the 9.5% ABV. Softly drying and impressively refreshing.
It's a tradition in this household to drink this beer at midnight on New Years—it's probably better than any Champagne (or other sparkling wine) mere mortals (like us) can afford. Stupidly intense and mind-blowingly complex, unified and balanced. Damnably drinkable. A beer to get lost in, one that changes as it warms (and is never exactly the same, bottle-to-bottle) but is always itself from start to finish. A beer that is *alive*, and it's obvious. A beer to buy and rink and enjoy; a beer that makes good things better and bad things worth living through. Also, it makes cripples walk and lets the blind see. An absolute fucking miracle.
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| Brasserie Dupont Avec los Bons Vœux de la Brasserie Dupont |
Opens brightly fruity: mostly pale stuff like apples and pears, citrussy lemons and oranges and limes. Pale bready sweetness emerges right behind, with hints of honey and caramel. Flickers of baking spices dance around the edges—mainly allspice and cloves. Grassy-floral bitterness, threaded with perfume and musk, arises around the finish. Though the beer starts fruity, it's never much other than mostly dry, and it only gets drier. Funky-musky overtones throughout.
Shockingly light-bodied, nicely carbonated. Maybe a trace of stickiness, but mostly cleansing and scrubbing. Basically no hint of the 9.5% ABV. Softly drying and impressively refreshing.
It's a tradition in this household to drink this beer at midnight on New Years—it's probably better than any Champagne (or other sparkling wine) mere mortals (like us) can afford. Stupidly intense and mind-blowingly complex, unified and balanced. Damnably drinkable. A beer to get lost in, one that changes as it warms (and is never exactly the same, bottle-to-bottle) but is always itself from start to finish. A beer that is *alive*, and it's obvious. A beer to buy and rink and enjoy; a beer that makes good things better and bad things worth living through. Also, it makes cripples walk and lets the blind see. An absolute fucking miracle.
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