My best efforts at restarting wine consumption were given a nasty one-two by that Devil TCA. Not one to miss out on cosmic clues, I decided to nobly abandon the grape in favor of the grain and kill some odds and ends taking up room in the fridge.
So, I polished off the last bottle of a six pack of Great Divide‘s Denver Pale Ale, a beer I’d had high hopes for, but found to possess a distracting biscuit malt note. This batch was bottled in mid-June, so I may try a fresher six to see if a bigger hop load balances it better for my palate. Still, I’m over the moon to have Great Divide in Missouri.
I also killed the last bottle of an ill-advised purchase of Fischer Amber. I’d not seen it in six packs before, and figured, given the Pilsner Urquell-esque anti-skunk six pack holder that it must be fresh. For its sake, I hope it wasn’t. Really strong sulfur notes, and a nasty metallic/chalky finish. Blech. At $9 a six, I won’t be bothering with this one again. Maybe they just need to extend that lagering time a bit beyond 10-15 days. Yikes! Damned nostalgia.
