Limited Release
CitruSinensis
Pale Ale
A refreshingly hopped Pale-ish Ale with a huge citrus blast!
The man bent over his guitar, a shearsman of sorts. The day was green. They said, 'You have a blue guitar, you do not play things as they are.' The man replied, 'Things as they are / Are changed upon the blue guitar.' And they said then, 'But play, you must, a tune beyond us, yet ourselves, a tune upon the blue guitar of things exactly as they are.' He sighs, I cannot bring a world quite round, although I patch it as I can. I sing a hero's head, large eye and bearded bronze, but not a man, although I patch him as I can and reach through him almost to man. If to serenade almost to man is to miss, by that, things as they are, say it is the serenade of a man that plays a blue guitar..." These, the words of the Conjurer-in-Chief; Wallace Stevens, describe in perfect detail the work of a brewer as he sits to write a new recipe. Perfection is the goal, to fill a desire for a perfect beer. Yet the instrument of his mind and that of the brewhouse and yeast are the fallible tools at hand. And so he patches it as he can. A little hop here, a little citrus there, a yeast to marry the two, the worty substrate of reality calling the key and time signature. The beer that comes will be the beer we drink, the beer whose story we will tell here. The brewer does what he can and imagines a world quite round. Conjurer-in-Chief Stevens concludes; "Exceeding music must take the place of empty heaven and its hymns." What does it all have to do with beer?
Beer Specs
CitruSinensis Pale Ale
We took some fresh Sanguinello Blood oranges, juiced 'em, concentrated that juice (without heat) and threw it into a wheatier version of our DogTown Pale Ale. The end result? A refreshingly hopped pale-ish ale with a huge citrus burst!
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Mouthfeels
This special ale is something fairly new under the sun. It's got a lot of wheat, it's rich with hops, it finishes dry. We've watched with some amusement as the internet beer rating sites argues over how to 'classify' it. We're in the camp with Japhy Ryder when he declares to Ray Smith that "Comparisons are odious!" You ever notice how everything has to be today's version of yesterday's whatever. Well, whatEver. Sometimes we wonder what the world would be like if everything was perceived for what it is, and not what it reminds you of. The sun would rise everyday as if for the first time, you'd wake as if newly born, you'd see your lover next to you anew, the air would smell like flowers, work would be like the first day back in school, a beer would make your eyes roll back in your head in ecstasy... well, maybe not... but you get the idea...
Beer Me
There's an old saying; 'The more things change, the more they change'. This is NOT the same tasty Pale Ale we brewed at the beginning. It has accomplished what we all eventally want for ourselves; It has been made new again. We never let this sexy old girl go unbrewed... We dug its hops and its soft malt thing, but as we at the Brewery have changed we, well, we grew apart. So we decided to get her a chin lift. The results were good, we got a tummy tuck and a brow flip to go with it and there was a little flab that we lipo-sucked out. The results were so good that we went all the way and performed a scalp-scrape, a through-the-arm-pit implant thingy, a toe flop, a cuticle float, a radical corto-conical inter-abdominal spine snip and hip and knuckle replacement to boot. Now the beer is almost unrecognizable even to its former self and while the final version is brighter and more sexy in every way, the same old girl is still underneath it all in the soul of the flavor as it spreads itself across your palate and enters your blood on its way to your brain to make your mind do tricks...
Beer Me