Time spent in Maryland allowed me to visit a new shop. After suggestions by my liver shirpa, I tried something new. I don’t like it.
At $16.99, it should have sang “Gloria,” when I pulled the cork. A cork, mind you, that I needed a pair of pliers to remove. That did not make me feel smooth. (The women giggled and snickered.) I love ale. I love green peppercorns. I love Belgian Trippels. How the hell do I not like this beer? It smelled inviting, but the first taste turned me off. It was a taste of yeast and malt that was not complex as much as it was gratuitous and overdone. I will admit that it was balanced and concise in its flavor and mouthfeel. Every sip brought a fuzziness and effervescent sensation in the front of my mouth. From time to time I got sensations of childhood memories; tasting pancake batter or cookie dough. A supple sweetness is consistent on the palate but doesn’t have any contrast. Peppercorns were used you say? Wait. <checks the label> it does say peppercorn (singular) hrrrmmmm.
I don’t get it.
HEY! Do you like the flowery wallpaper in the background? Umm, yeah. Neither do the ladies.
Oh. and the song I was looking for was this one, G-L-OR-I-A. I should have known when I heard the disco bass.
2 thoughts on “Pepper-corny”
Perhaps a mini road trip to the source in Baltimore is needed. . . For purely objective & well rounded opinions to be properly
I’m all about it. What, what! Come on a boat trip son!!!!