
Deschutes “Symphonic Chronic”: Megaphonic
This is a fine can o’ suds, here. As convenience store offerings go, this is the Maserati in a garage full of Kias.
This is a fine can o’ suds, here. As convenience store offerings go, this is the Maserati in a garage full of Kias.
This shocking IPA over-delivers on hops-derived fruit flavors and body. It is Delicious. DE-licious. It is Pure Pleasure to drink.
This is such a pleasure to drink. It’s one of those extremely rare things you find usually only after a LONG search through the marketplace: Something For Everybody.
When something comes along that changes the paradigm of a culture or even a product class, like Deschutes Black Butte NA absolutely has done, the bar, the minimum requirement for quality moves in an almost visible way.
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.
Whiskey Butte is, ho-hum, just another significant Achievement from a brewery that produces such New Classics as casually as Mozart wrote symphonies.
Jubelale’s immense popularity sets a tone that lets other brewers experiment with making winter seasonals that go beyond the high ABV warmers of our past and into styles that hold their interest year-round.
So, ya lookin’ for a little liquid cheer to help hammer a true SUCKFEST of a year into some vague, celebrational-ish shape? I gotcha, my sufferin’ brethren.