Oh boy. The bourbon and cider echoes from the barrel are very strong, but the clean, crisp sour flavor is almost—almost—enough to make me feel like I could chug this fucker like a Mountain Dew. (And on a better day I might have done; but Sunday was a slightly off day during which we went hiking at Turkey Run for an hour and a half before we ate the sandwiches we had brought along from Shapiro’s, and moderately strenuous hiking on an empty stomach is not a good idea.) I don’t get much of the Brett funkiness, but between the sour profile and the barrel flavors, I guess I’m not surprised. This will never be packaged, which is a shame—because I would like to have a few more of them to study.
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