I am so behind. I've got to catch up and try to get to these samples faster. Look at this label. This guy's really excited to be eating a corn dog, on the Midway, under the August sun. The State Fair is a distant memory now. Autumn is here, it's getting colder, no sweatin' any more. Enough self-flagellating, let's drink a beer.
Clear, bright golden, large and lasting ivory head, looking nice.
In the nose: Aburst with citrus and pine, big ol' grapefruit and lemon. Very vibrant.
In the mouth: Out-sized and aggressive hop bitterness pouncing the palate. Fairly juicy, slightly sweet. Then bitter dries it out. Light bodied, hop driven. Long, bittersweet finish. This tastes exactly like a good West Coast IPA should. Not the best, mind you, but a good one nonetheless. Cheers to that.
I like this. More than some other Bent beers. Is this my favorite? Maybe.
The gold medal winning West Coast IPA recipe is a happy, hop-forward jobber that’s a bit dank and catty with notes of squishy fruit, pine and citrus, finishing crisp, dry and thoroughly digestible. With loads of MN malt, more than ample hooch and buckets of New World hops, The Great Sweat can stir even the swelteriest soul.
I'll apologize again for the tardiness as I bundle up to head outdoors. I promise to review the beers in the proper season. Seriously, this time.
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