Garden Path Fermentation: The Dry Table 1: a fireweed honey session mead catches my eye.
A session mead. I didn’t even think that was possible. Mead is effectively honey wine, so the ABV is typically in the double digits.
So let’s give this a shot.
It’s grainy and dry. There’s a limp attempt at tartness, but it doesn’t go anywhere. This is light mead and boy, does it suck. It certainly succeeds at being what it is trying to be; sessionable. Now if only I wanted to drink it.
This mead is watery; I don’t know why this exists, man. Unless it is there to remind me that suffering is a constant in the universe and we cannot resist it. We must instead launch ourselves forward into the void, accepting that nothing we do matters in the cosmic sense of things, all sense of meaning stripped from us like the moisture from my mouth by this beverage.
I endure this so that you don’t have to.
It really tastes like someone dumped water into a perfectly good mead and I am paying $4 for the privilege of drinking either polluted water or mead gone wrong.
There’s something to be said for not throwing good money after bad. Today, we have just the one.
Today’s second pint goes to Planned Parenthood.