Spurrier wanted something else to sell in his Paris wine shop and California might just be, uh, drinkable, if you’re feeling kinky.
For all its Northwestness, you can safely pour this puppy for your craft-newbie, bitter-beer-face, crap lager converts and those guests from the East and Midwest who blanch at even our tamest IPAs.
I BEG YOU, if you actually love WINE and are not using it as some lifestyle accessory aimed at proving how uber-cool you are, DO NOT take on that asinine, adolescent ‘tude about red over white.
Ask yourself how you would feel if some drunken jackass groped your sister – or your daughter? – in a bar. Would you have a nudge and a wink for that guy? GROW THE F**K UP.
“Where there is smoke, there’s fire”; oldest truism in the book and the smoke wafting off the Trump “presidency” is as vast as the forest fire plume that blankets the West Coast every summer.
I love lighter beers but, in general, they lack the oomph and range of flavors I want in what I drink for my own enjoyment. Relapse and Chronokinetic lack for not a damned thing.
These are emerging immortals and, yes, there are a couple of small breweries listed and those are located Out Here and you may have to struggle a bit to get them but, well, THEY’RE EARTH-SHAKING, and any effort to get them will be handsomely rewarded.
Crux Fermentation Project…I call ’em “one of America’s Best breweries” and I have seen nothing to alter that judgment a millimeter since they opened, back in the summer of 2012.