The Colossal Panthra IPA from Gigantic (a collab with Aslan brewing) smells like citrus and peaches. The peaches are a genuine surprise and the flavor profile tilts pretty hard towards a hazy iPA. It’s a bit on the sweet side and while that isn’t my favorite thing, this beer is pretty drinkable.
I’m still out here on my porch, even though most of the pubs have opened in one capacity or another. It only seems reasonable given the state of the country; going out feels bad, mostly because I’d be subjecting someone to a risk they shouldn’t have to take.
Which brings me to who’s responsible for this mess…and Beau’s video about the Democratic platform turning off 2A swing voters.
I always mocked single issue voters. Abortion. Guns. Homosexuals. These things seem like incredibly stupid issues to make or break a candidate, especially since the choice is between fascism and not-fascism.
Oh. I see.
So, this is the part where I realize that everyone is a single issue voter-that’s pretty much how we make any kind of decision, right? one reason. ANY reason. But one is all it takes. It gets a little harder to begrudge people their issue, when I realize that. I can criticize their perspective but that’s a different animal.
I won’t lie to you: Biden doesn’t thrill me. Harris was a savvy VP pick but I can’t say I’m excited about her, either. I’m very, very weary of 20th century politicians going up against 21st century problems.
On the other hand, when people who have studied fascism, like historians and teachers, lived under authoritarian regimes, like immigrants, or witnessed dysfunctional countries, like reporters all say: “this is what the onset of fascism looks like”, well, the other issues I have (environment, fiscal justice, marginalized people’s rights, etc) they all take a back burner.
It’s fascism or democracy. That’s my one issue. I promise to work on everything else too, but right now this is the make or break.
Today’s second pint goes to the Alzheimer’s Association.
I struggle to pick up fragrance from the Total Domination. It does finally show up: that soft pine blend that I’d expect from something proclaiming to be a NWIPA. Still, not exactly what you expect from the title.
But where the hops really kick in is on the bitterness. This one is juuuust shy of being a tongue scraper. In this regard, I’m a little surprised to taste the restraint that went into that: they didn’t hold back on the malt, so there’s a bit of sweetness to help convince me to drink more of this beer.
I have to say, for the hop intensity, this holds up pretty well.
My pal Fuz sent me this article about a new scholarship for Black and POC to get involved in the craft brewing industry.
Which is great, because the presence of those varying perspectives creates a better industry and also better beer.
This post from Jeff Alworth is about a month old, but given the closing of Grixen brewing this Sunday, it still feels appropriate: because it’s bad.
It’s really bad.
And while the lens that I’m looking at the universe through involves craft beer, what I want to emphasize is that this is just a slice of what other industries and people are going through and none of is good. We rely on so much to make our lives as rich as they are…and a lot of the people who take on that work are being given the most difficult challenges they’ve faced.
It is, as the late Don Younger said, not about the beer, but it’s about the beer.
Lager is one of the more challenging styles for me to appreciate and this…honestly isn’t helping.
It’s weird, because Rosenstadt usually kills it on German styles, but the nose hits me sour, like water gone off, and the finish is the same. I am looking for a beer that is supposed to be exceptionally crisp, to give me some kind of hop notes-spice or floral-but nothing. It’s not even interestingly bready or malty, either.
This lager reminds me of the cheap stuff my Dad got in the 70’s.
So I try a second beer and I get a fresh glass, just in case.
This beer comes across a lot more neutral, for all but the last 2% of the beer. There isn’t any nose, and the middle has more texture than flavor-I can tell, at least, that I am drinking a beer and not just water lite.
But that finish…while the tip of my tongue has a effervescent sparkle feel, there’s still that sour flavor, high up on my cheeks, between my gums. I don’t like it. I don’t hate it, but I can’t be excited, either.
I feel like I could just as easily paid ABInBev and gotten a better beer. Or, Chuckanut and kept my money somewhat local.
for a simple can.
Let’s appreciate the fact that, in the face of cans reminiscent of 70s rock art or 80s neon fevers, we can have cans like this one, which looks almost painfully simple. However, it captures the shape of the sun (the black dot), the colour of sunlight (“33 Acres of Sunshine”), and the (approximate) colour of the beer.
The best way to draw attention to yourself in this market might be to simplify. Perhaps this is the little yellow dress of beer cans?