Echoes Brewing and The Big Ol’ Yuletide Miracle
Echoes Brewing “Mother. Of. All. Tripels”, unless Washingtonians have even less general beer awareness than they used to, SHOULD wind up being considered a Pacific Northwest icon.
The Pour Fool
Veteran writer, Steve Body, on beer, wine, spirits, the Business Of, and those who make them…and occasionally Other Things.
Looking For Trouble: My Take on The Lager Boom
It would be nice if today’s beer fans could bother to explore some of the styles of ale that sidle up to Lager Territory (Cold IPA, Brut, and Extra Pale come to mind) and quit reflexively running back to the comfortable haven of Less Flavor.
It Is More Blessed: Day One: The Botanist
Am I a big ol’ hypocrite if I admit that, when it comes to discussing the relative merits of the planet’s many, many Gins, I am at least willing to discuss the fact that Bruichladdich Distillery’s brilliant offspring, The Botanist Islay Dry Gin, has to be in any conversation about “Best”?
Dexter “Three Wood”: Bourbon Out of Bounds
Dexter is a gorgeous bottle of rock-solid, all-American, all-Bourbon crafted Whiskey and, at just $49.99 a pop, a slam-dunk Bargain.
Less Is More (I Hope!): Reds for Holidays
These are five iconic reds that have stood the test of time and shown reliable, remarkable skill in the winemaking, by a producer tight-focused on drinkability first and art down the list a bit.
The Holiday Bubbles: Less is (I hope!) More
I finally have three sparkling wines I can recommend with no misgivings and no second-guessing…’cause if I wake up tomorrow and think, “Oh, God, I forgot…”, somebody is going to have to talk me off the Tacoma Narrows Bridge.
SMH: DB+CHR+VAN+JUBL = OMG!
What comes out of this bottle is rich and palate-painting but where you would normally expect something like this to be impossibly sweet, it really is not. What it IS…is Perfect.
The Pour Fool: A Brief History of Flaming
I sold my first article in 1967, to an old Chicago underground newspaper called The Chicago Eye. It was about student activism on high school campuses around Chicago. And I got my first angry letter a week later. As I recall, it started with, “You suck!”
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