The other day, Jason and I went down to Somerset, thought we'd drink us up some Oliphant beers. This time around, 7 of the 10 beers on tap were ones that have appeared here in the ol' Nib before. Some of them will return with me because they have been bedecked with new Jeremy Hughes artwork. Ever since they put out crowlers with this new art, I've stopped crushing and recycling them. Now, where to store them?
For the first time, then, I was able to check off all the boxes. Took those three new-to-me brews home in crowlers and growlers. They weren't the types of beers I normally pick up, no matter how good they are. So, first time here in the Nib, the pilsner, Perpetual Cabaret.
Clear, bright golden color, beautiful ivory head, leaving lace, looking perfect.
In the nose: Floral, spicy, hoppy, just a little grainy. Nice, pleasing.
In the mouth: Slightly sweet at the top, then turning dry. Bone dry. Clean, easy-drinking, good and hoppy. Classic pilsner. Damned delicious, too.
once a year danny the street finds his way to somerset.
cavalier showmen lineup for their chance to grab the microphone and sing grand their grand exuberances to the audience. seals dress like lions, lions dress like monkeys, monkeys imitate great apes, and on and on. high heels clack, clack, clack across the brick pavement as the giant and mighty oliphant dances and trumpets across the land.
it's a place of freedom, of perpetual cabaret. it's where gandalf takes a strong hit of his pipe, clutches his staff, and exclaims, "dance, you fools!" it's where the somber-faced mulder and scully do the shag-and-scooby dance; their shoulders hunching up and down to the rhythm as the techno-color dream sun bounces fat beats that echo into each other from the brewery's concrete walls.
there are some in this world who would have danny the street destroyed. the fly fisherman of the dank river styx cast barbed thoughts at the streets, trying to penetrate in with a malicious fervor. the central slug agency sends it's slimy agents to try and cover everything in a slick muck. the men from n.o.w.h.e.r.e. who wish to rid the world of it's quirks.
we think little of them and in a different way we can say the same thing about them about us.
so please dance on and be merry at our --perpetual cabaret | pilsner | 5.8% abv
I was curious about where the name came from, but now it's clear. Obviously, another reference from Grant Morrison's run on "Doom Patrol" in the '90's. I don't think that's where Jeremy's chalk art came from, though. This one's still a mystery.
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