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interlude

horse brassSo here I am again.

Not that this is a huge surprise; anyone who drinks beer with zeal ends up at the Horse Brass. And yes, I know; I should be at a new place but Fuz came into town for Bailey’s 3rd (which I’m looking forward to talking about Wednesday) and stayed a few days. So here we are, because the next few place I go to…I must go alone.

/cue ominous music.

I’m having Deschutes Wowzenbock, and Fuz is staying the more traditional path with Pliny the Elder. I like my beer; it’s oddity is that it has been served to me at room temperature. But it’s smooth and very drinkable so I find little fault with the brew, excepting that I get no nose from it. I think I’ll have the Oatus the Red from Salmon Creek next because it’s an Irish Red but with oatmeal. I have to start researching somewhere, and this is as good a time as any.

The oatmeal sweetens this beer up a little but the coffee flavors are definitely played up. It’s lighter in color than my Irish ale, which is probably why the malt flavors aren’t quite as strong but there is a resemblance between this beer and my own.

Anyway, I’m sure everyone will forgive me for a short post; not only do I have company but it’s after a Saturday of drinking very interesting, very strong and frequently very good beer. I’m a wee burnt out both from a drinking place and from a ‘I have something to say’ view.

So cheers! We’ll meet up in a couple days

52 Weeks 5: Heater Allen Hugo (bock)

I spent my day transcribing Hafiz poems so I would have a place to remember them. Hafiz is good for a Monday; kindly poems about love and God seem to make those 6 a.m. wakeups easier. Oh, sure I did work as well, but who cares about that? Now I have a bock, and the day is over. 

My shoulders ache far more than they ought to. I am thinking the ergonomics of my workspace is probably not a positive setup.  

Fortunately, beer is a cure for aching muscles. (This statement has not been approved by anyone with authority.) The Heater Allen Hugo bock has a woody scent to it, almost like a fresh cut cedar. The flavors though are a little strange. My initial sips gave me something touched with woodsmoke and salt–which is about as unexpected a flavor as you could think of in a beer. Undaunted I kept drinking, as the picture evidences. (I tried to get another impression of the nose on this beer and ended up snorting a little liquid–do not do this. It hurts.)

The beer looses its head quickly, and has a very smooth mouthfeel that makes it easy to drink. There’s also a smoked flavor at the end that becomes a bit more pronounced as this warms up. However, nearly halfway through my pint I just cant say I’m fond of this beer. I don’t know why, but it just doesn’t gel with me. It feels like there are good elements here, but they don’t quite mesh. 

It gets dark so quickly; the transition from 4p.m. to 4:30p.m. is a quick one. Pinkish skies are blotted out by cloud cover and sundown, with city lights starting to clamor for attention. I am queerly not in the mood to be alone; there seems to be a great deal to accomplish today, and I still have not mastered the trick of just sitting and enjoying myself. Perhaps that will be the goal for next week: to just be and enjoy. Or maybe I ought not to fight to relax, and just see what comes.

A sampling of 3

Fuz and I made our way to Bailey’s once again; he’d seen their Twitter postings and was sure that they had a perfect storm of beer there. We must go try it. So, my pockets stuffed with Magic the Gathering decks and a camera, I arrived, found the largest table I could and unpacked all my gear, waiting for my friend to arrive. I’d just gotten my beer when a sweaty Fuz strolled through the door; he’d walked the 5 miles from his house to the downtown pub. He promptly gave me a wave and then went directly to the bar.  The following were my selections from the ‘perfect storm’.

Baron’s Uber-Weiss: I’ve had one of Baron’s beers in the past; a lager that I was extremely unimpressed with. It arrived to me skunked, and didn’t improve from there. This was a bock crossed with elements of wit beer, and it…was funky, and not in a good way. Easy drinking, but had a swampy nose to it that clashed with the smoother mouthfeel. Call it interesting but not piquing. I don’t think I’ll be trying one of Baron’s beers again, unless someone gives me a recommendation.

Terminal Gravity’s Tripel was next up, and this was really surprising. I expect tripels to be much sweeter, via all my experience of drinking the belgian brews. TG decided to take a different route, muting the sweetness of this beer, but keeping the high alcohol present in a tripel. I have to say; it made for a much more drinkable beer. I really hope to try it again, and soon. It was a bit expensive, as tripels tend to be, but I am looking forward to trying it again and giving it more attention.

The Salmon Creek Scotch Ale, however was the real winner of the night. This beer started off unassuming, Fuz got whiskey from smelling it, I noted chocolate. Who was right? No idea. But this beer started off with an easy going drinkability that just got better and better as it warmed up. It smelled more chocolatey, and yet the scotch part hadn’t diminished, plus this beer never got sickly sweet, as scotch ales usually lean toward. I am eagerly awaiting another chance to have this beer so I can provide more details about it’s awesome.