Making a Mondo Ultra Mega Super Premium Barleywine Ale is a little like having a kid. The first part is fun and messy, it takes a while to ferment, and then a whole longer to mature. It is expensive and takes up a lot of space. You worry about how it'll grow up and whether or not you'll still be friends. Eventually it stays out all night and comes home with it's skirt on backwards. You know how it is. Usually we package our ales within 15 days of brewing. This one we aged in tanks for over a month. Why not buy three-? Drink one now, keep one in the 'fridge for a month, and one for another year! Yummy. . .
Greetings, people of Earth. We have been observing you closely for a while now. We have chosen the form of a Small Brewer from which to make our observations this time. In the past we have posed as a Disco Bar, a Roadside Attraction in North Dakota, a Bell in Philadelphia, and once as Liza Minelli, but only once. All of these social complexes have provided deep insights, although the role of Small Brewer has rendered the most profound of insights of all, especially during this, the latter quartile of your arbitrary social calendar. We have noted that as the lights of summer recede and the air becomes cold, you gather inside. We have studied your tribal convocations which include large meals where the desireable common bonds are reinforced through seating arrangements and the ingestion of liquids, redolent of lupiscous descants and amber fluids. We have observed spirits rising from these conclaves that seem proportionate to the ingested volumes of these same liquids. We believe you call them 'beer'. Our initial study of this phenomenon is complete for now, but we feel there is cause for additional study. We want to understand the anthropological implications of this shared social lubricant. It's also clear that it's but one part of something much larger. We anticipate additional funding and plan to resume these studies in the spring. For now, how you say it...? 'Happy Holidays'.Beer Me
The fall of 2011 brought with it the sad realization that we could not make the annual plan to wrangle with our most difficult brew, the Brown Shugga' Ale. E.K. Ross would have enjoyed our suffering as we moved through her stages toward acceptance final, but in that time of our deepest despair, as is common to artists everywhere; broke, hungover, abandoned by the muse and prepared to take a job at Arby's, we found in that darkness the spark of inspiration that would yield up the nearly sanctified recipe for the tragically named beer that we call the Lagunitas Sucks Ale. This is that beer. In the tale of the farmer with a lost ox, the last stages of are all that matter and in those desparate final moments, salvation is found. Having named the beer in that moment of darkness we are now bound to it and it to us as an act of supplication and this name we now wear with a heart full of gratitude, humble and penitent before the recipe's creator; the muse of brewers everywhere.Beer Me