Hey! Did someone spike my @boneyardbeer!? It’s sour! Oh wait it’s supposed to be!? Oh, ok well never mind then. ————————————————————————
You know what they say- “What gooze around comes around.” And after years of killing the hop game, Oregon legends @boneyardbeer decided to get into the sour game with Gooze Crüze. So free your mind, erase your expectations, take your leather sandals off and sit in a room of your home with bare concrete and blast some long-haired indie classic rock revivalists on your favorite speakers made of heirloom wood. Let the tasting notes come to you this time instead of vice versa. You know, those notes of evening cider, oatmeal raisin cookies, your favorite fried fruit blend from the bulk section, honey nut cereals, puffed rice, maple wood, rooibos tea, sweet potato casserole, oaked Chardonnay and chamomile essential oil.
Maybe there’s a favorite brewery of yours that’s taking a turn towards something not within their regular arsenal. Who knows. All I know is that one of my favorite beer memories is from my time living in Bend, Oregon and sipping fresh Hop Venom (one of my favorite IPAs of all time). So no matter which beer from boneyard I can get my hands on, I always feel comforted and transported to the landscapes of Central Oregon, all while jamming to long-haired indie classic rock revivalists. I guess all that’s left is getting a hold of @boneyardbeer CBD sodas. Cheers! And cheers to my great friend @bendbrewdaddy for snagging this awesome taste of a past home for me!
The bluest of the blue with the Bluest by @degardebrewing. Let’s reminisce of blueberry picking in summers of past years. When your skin is dyed for many days from berry picking. When the sun bakes that natural ink into your skin- branded as a warrior of the summer. Well now winter is knocking at your door and when you mix those summer bounties with oak aged sour beer of even elder seasons, we somehow get a beverage, perfect for the waning evening light of early November. The first rule of drinking Bluest- you must drink it on raw, untreated wood; outside. The second rule, you must sit in your comfiest hoody, remembering the days of old when you ran barefoot through the woods, wearing only overalls and picking every berry that caught your eye. Sure, subliminally, maybe the limited daylight of early November made me grab the Bluest out of the impending winter of melancholic darkness. And maybe buttered rye toast with blueberry jam, mixed berry pancakes, raw almond milk blueberry smoothies, healing herbal tonics, fancy summer spritzers, berry picking off-trail, flavored syrups at your favorite 24hr diner and appreciating the seasons that have passed are just what we needed today. Here’s to the impending winter!
Is it sad that the first song titled Homecoming I can think of is by Kanye West and Chris Martin? Is it sad this label feels autobiographical? Is it hopeful that this cryptozoological reference could summon an influx of Sasquatch/human relationships?! Is it relevant, with the midterms and all, that we will one day bask in a world where Sasquatch/super beardy men relationships are widely accepted?! Would @kanyewestt_official sip on a hazy by @greatnotionpdx and @otherhalfnyc and think of the same things? Only no one can tell and only I have broken all my instagram rules by referencing politics (🤦🏻♂️) and Kanye West (🤦🏽♂️🤦🏻♂️). Could a beer named Homecoming, which beckons notes of tangerine and passion fruit sauce, rosemary orange sorbet, lemonade shandies, that time you smoked pot out of an apple in the bathroom stall in high school, pine sap candles, fruit salad by a mountain stream, ceremonial cedar dreams, utopian desires, mid aughts songs we forgot existed, cbd citrus soda and the muddling of what we believe in, unite the sasquatches, the super beardy men, the overhyped flannel drinking hipster (with less than 500 insta followers mind you), the Kanye Wests and the people who were minding their own business and accidentally got sucked into this ridiculous post? Only nobody will know. But for now, what we’ve got is Homecoming! Cheers!
Getting my head stuck in the space clouds thinking of the day when I’ll be able to drive just up the road to Corrales, NM to drink all the @exnovobrew beer I want, when @exnovobrew_nm opens sometime in the future. I always enjoyed drinking at the Portland, OR location, so I can only imagine they’ll whip up an equally great space here in NM. For now I can savor the cans I get from time to time from friends in the PNW. My good friend @bendbrewdaddy sent me a can of Nelson’s Guide to the Galaxy- a triple dry-hopped IPA containing 3 of my favorite hops: Nelson, Mosaic and Galaxy. The experience is similar to juniper must, lemon and lime soda, white grape skins, wine grape vines, sweating while hiking, sage bundles, kid’s grape juice boxes, savory spice blends you hoard in your pantry for the winter, freshly picked turnips, turmeric shots, aged orange peel and the future is now. Firstly, I’d like to apologize to @exnovobrew_nm. I usually try to be a little more excessive and pretentious with my beer reviews, but since I have fond memories of you all from living in PDX, I just end up getting nostalgic and thinking about how cool it is that an Oregon brewery is expanding to a physical location in NM. And then I end up rambling about how special I think it is (which it really isn’t) that I drank at the original Ex Novo even before their grand opening like I’m some unique figure (which I really am not). Regardless, the new Ex Novo here in NM will surely become a regular spot for me. And once you guys open here, I’ll promise to post more esoteric and rambling posts about your rad beer. Cheers guys!
Whip out your favorite mid-century modern audio/furniture piece, because tonight, we are popping @uprightbrewing. And everyone knows that Upright Brewing is highly influenced by a fiery, nostalgic passion for jazz music. Let’s sink back to a different era- where the quality of wood grain was treasured, where businessmen drank expensive whiskey in tumbler glasses at work and where Max Roach’s cymbal and brush work was a tear-shedding thing of beauty. These are the moments Upright treasures- Sitting in a dimly lit room from another era, sipping a six-barrel blend of mixed fermentation saison, enveloping yourself in a sound wave of bebop. Play your favorite music from a far off era and soak in the flavors of preserved lemon, spiced hot tea, gin and tonic, kiwi fuzz, sparkling white wine, hazy jazz clubs, Thai broth, toddies, lemon Italian soda, stewed lemongrass, far off travels, sleepy oak dreams and those times you binge watched Mad Men. ————————————————————————
Sometimes we play the most recent Billboard #1 hit and drink the most smoothie dense fruited hazy ipa we can find while sitting in an ultra-curated bar in Portland. Sometimes we want to listen to Lead Belly and drink a pre-prohibition lager next to a campfire in a place google maps doesn’t recognize. But tonight, we feel like listening to the “Study in Brown” version of “Cherokee” on our mid-century audio player, smoking an unfiltered, hand rolled cigarette in a wood-paneled room somewhere in a Midwest metropolis. Yeah, life is good. Ives: Blend Number Three by @uprightbrewing- you bring so much out of me.
It’s been a couple rainy days here in the Southwest. Unlike many New Mexicans who tend to seek shelter during the ran, this PNW expat heads outside- barefoot, hood down, head upward. Maybe that’s why I opted to open a PNW sour, and a magical one at that. @block15brewing Turbulent Consequence: Non Mélangé, perfect rainy lambic style sour. Just a single barrel, so special, so tasty and bright, that they decided to single it out, I unblended. It’s always special to have an unblended sour beer, as lambic style beers are in actuality brewed to blend to make a better whole. But sometimes you get lucky and this barrel has led to me sitting in yellow and orange leaves, opening the bottle, feeling like a lemon farted in my face and sipping tones of honeycomb, wildflower syrup, vanilla wafers, lemon curd, French pastry, almond oil, sweetened ricotta, napping in a damp forest and fancy sugars. This bottle is 2 years old and the barrel held a 20 month old beer, meaning this is beer is almost 4 years old from it’s creation.............................And sometimes we just have to sit in the leaves, soaking in the rain and think about what was made in Autumns of the past.
For many all across the country, it’s harvest time. Sweater enrobed children stumble around pumpkin patches in mountain valleys. Overall laden farmers pick tart crunchy apples off heirloom trees. Flannel wearing hipsters pull candy sweet carrots out of their biodynamic gardens. Sustainably minded mountain folk harvest truck loads of squash for winter solitude. And in the Southwest plump prickly pear fruit, sit in in the desert dust, waiting to be plucked. So here’s to celebrating the harvest of a truly southwestern ingredient with Desert Monsoon by @superstitionmeadery. With Arizona honey and prickly pear fruit, what could go wrong? Maybe the fact, that this pretentious flannel wearing, beanie crowned, know-it-all decided to open this mead honoring summer monsoons on a clear Autumn day 🤦🏻♂️ Well at least the mead is delicious, presenting notes of pickled fruit, foraged prickly pear, last season’s berry jam, sweet potato casserole, peach salsa, cactus jam, biodynamic high desert fruit farms, low-moisture requiring wild flowers, rye, jicama, seeing the landscape before you for miles and drinking artisanal mead on sandstone escarpments in the fall. So tasty you forget their are pagan images about.
The last notes of summer are slowly drifting away. Even the 80 degree plus days feel different and crisper. And off we go, taking that serene transition into the fall. And what better way to transition to Autumn than with a clunky, pretentious review by some flannel wearing hipster.
As the late, great Smash Mouth once said (wait, they’re still alive?). As the now retired Smash Mouth once said (wait, they are still allowed to record music?)- “all that glitters is gold.” And this Apricot Canary (an apricot version of Golden Canary) by @block15brewing is nothing but gold. This fuzzy, funky bird lands on your shoulder, whistles you pre-prohibition blues and whispers to you secrets of past Autumns. Staring deep into the September sun, you sip this concoction listening to bird whispers and pre-prohibition blues songs and you soak in the knowledge of fruit fuzz, stone fruit preserves from last season, apricot soda, artisan white bread, herbal tonic, autumn bird watching, folk music, evening desert foraging, cinnamon and apricot crisp, mead produced from a farm with big maple trees in the fall, dried stone fruit and almond trail mix and the certainty that you’ll get lost in the season. ———————————————————————Play some Robert Johnson or Leadbelly, sip this and stare at the waning Autumn sun and then munch on a fall colored leaf that has fallen to the ground. And there you are.
The Pumpkin Picking Party is this Sunday, Sept 23rd at 2:30pm! Start at the Dennys house - address in comments- Come and help a local farmer pick pumpkins. We will sign any volunteer hours you might need and there will be food! We will get you to youth group/ youth band. Bring some work gloves if you have them. #pumpkinsfordays#70andsunny#wearflannel#fallwithnhhyh
From the ashes, charcoal and pretentious nomad snobbery, rises a unique and solitary beast. You grab it from the dust. The can is smoking and imprints a burn mark in your paw that’s an ancient potion recipe written in a lost language. You crack the tab and hear Gregorian chants. It is time. Take a sip. You receive a wave of rice crispy treats, toasted marshmallow, roasted sweet potato, burnt maple, wheatgrass, dark chocolate mint ice cream, salted toffee, kava root, sacred ashes, cola, chestnuts, used matchsticks, nutrient rich soil and seaweed snacks. You spend two hours in the waning sun, sipping this smoking can. As you set it down vines start to grow out of it. A naturally produced hut grows around you and now you have found a home in the forest. ————————————————————————
Gatherer (2017) by @tiredhandsbrewing and @18thstreetbrewery is my kind of adjunct stout bomb (for all those who pay all the money for those big adjunct heavy bombs). It contains Pennsylvania wildflower honey, honeysuckle, Appalachian allspice, mint, lemon verbena and mugwort. What? You were expecting a double espresso mocha cheesecake brownie stout when I said adjunct? Gotchya! But in all seriousness, this is so stellar. I hope I can gather up another from the pile of ashes and charcoal and nomadic, flannel clad pretentiousness behind my house.
I’ve been visited by an extraterrestrial......Well I do live in New Mexico, so should this be a shock......As the late, great Gwen Stefani once said “this sh** is bananas.” (Wait she’s still alive? Wait she’s still making music? Oops.).....wait should I be coherent right now? I don’t really understand what is happening here....super hyped, adjunct heavy hoppy beers are to me like your favorite rom-com that you would never admit you love to your friends is to you- every nerve ending in my brain wants me to be a critic. Like what is a bananas fosters milkshake ipa in the beer world anyways? Is Ken Grossman like rolling his eyes at his Bigfoot homie? But sometimes the super hype adjunct beer world has outstanding outliers and @tiredhandsbrewing and @omnipollo are arguably the godfathers of this alien logic beer style. Bananas Foster Double Milkshake IPA, the latest example of this insane, infamous, controversial, beloved, mythological collaboration series by said breweries. Only one beer would deliver notes of honeysuckle tea, sweet biscuits, alien weed, salted caramel, taffy from the boardwalk, wonka dreams, spaceship flight, egg creams, vanilla soda, in frosted cupcakes, roasted hop shoots, shallots, purple sunsets, burnt pineapple, smoothies on the beach, non-colored Christmas lights, habanero cider and what sharing a beer with ET would be like. Well look at me, I made it without even making a Kelis reference...damn it.
Look there! No not there...over there! Yeah, right there to the slight left. Hiding in the tall grass...what could it be? Is it my sandal I lost last year? Is it the hat my dog stole? Is it a new species of fruit that was formed from all the weeds, chewed up tennis balls and dog poop in my yard? Is it Ripe by @greatnotionpdx? No! It’s Super Ripe by @greatnotionpdx! Are free range hazies, foraged from the wild safe to drink? I guess we’ll see. ————————————————————————
Notes of tangerine jam, key lime pie, candied ginger, zested whip cream, springtime foraging, salty lime tortilla chips, Christmas tea, aloe drinks, seaside foliage, pine oil biscuits, hikes after a fresh rain in the mountains, creamed sweet potato, listening to Animal Collective with a wizard.
Lay in the grass, bump some psychedelic jamz, dump a can of this on your head, take a 4 hour nap and see if next spring there is a Super Ripe colony growing in your yard. Thank you @ripcity_brews!
This beer post is brought to you by @mo.themagnificent. If you didn’t know this, our youngest dog, Moab, goes by the nickname Momo. When Momo heard that @greatnotionpdx made a beer called Momo, he politely asked, “papa, won’t you get this beer of my namesake for me?” I said “no Momo, you aren’t even 21 in dog years!” “But dad,” he exclaimed, “surely @greatnotionpdx named it after me! Just this once?” “Momo,” I replied, “you can not have some hip hazy IPA, but I will get it and you can attempt to pose for a photo with it but not cooperate. Deal?” “Ok, sounds good papa.”
If Momo could imagine the flavors of Momo, he sure would dream of lime sorbet, fancy candles, lemon curd, French marinade, soft light, naps on fine feather pillows, zesty gelato scoops, wheatgrass shots, cantaloupe juice, bong rips with Rin Tin Tin, vitamin C smoothies and the satisfaction that your nickname is the same as a fantastic craft beer! ————————————————————————Thanks @greatnotionpdx for coincidentally naming a beer the same as we nicknamed our dog and thanks to @ripcity_brews for sending this my way.
This is a Public Service Announcement- too many pastry stouts will lead to death. To repeat, to many pastry stouts will inflate your beer ego to fatal proportions if you do not supplement them with lagers, saison and clear IPA. Do not let your fate end up like this poor cow’s. With that said, when it’s time for a pastry stout, might as well cuddle up with one like Peanut Brother by @greatnotion. A peanut butter, chocolate bomb, but with a lot of refinement. The Center for Pastry Stout Control (CPSC) advises you leave your nose in the glass for 30 seconds, and breath heavily, so that all you smell for the rest of the day is peanut butter cups. Then sip this slowly while looking at a skull to remind yourself of your own mortality and that you should have a pilsner after finishing to balance it out. The CPSC thanks you for listening. ————————————————————————
Peanut Brother by @greatnotionpdx was fantastic. I thank my friend @ripcity_brews for snagging me a can. As my buddy @hogvalley would surely describe it- “oh my goodness, it’s like pure peanut butter cups in a glass. Just liquid peanut butter chocolate, I don’t know man, I just can’t explain it.” Thanks for the description @hogvalley, couldn’t have said it better.
Two great reasons to open this beer, Not Too Brite by @exnovobrew today. 1. It’s not that bright out as the New Mexican stormy sky swallowed the glow of this pale orange beer. 2. More importantly, @exnovobrew_nm broke ground yesterday on their spot in Corrales, NM (adjacent to ABQ). Funny enough I received a can of this NEIPA by them yesterday via my friend @ripcity_brews. Coincidence? Fate? Who knows, but the timing couldn’t have been better. As I’ve mentioned in the past, Ex Novo’s opening is personally a particularly significant brewery opening here, as I lived in Oregon for a decade. Ok enough about me being nostalgic. This is how this beer holds itself up against the New Mexican stormy sky. With notes of pineapple juice, rosemary powder, zucchini muffins, homemade tangerine tarts, hammocks in the sunshine, surf wax, flavored sparkling water drinks, and shady hikes on hot days. ————————————————————————Here’s to you Ex Novo. I’m so stoked you all will be joining the beer community here. Congrats on the ground breaking and I’ll see you soon on the other side of construction. Cheers!
Forgotten tales happen often. Unseen or unheard and momentarily forgotten, whether it’s for a minute or an era. Sometimes I try to sit and contemplate those forgotten tales. One such thing that can help is Forgotten Tales of the Last Gypsy Blender, Series 2, Volume 1 by @jollypumpkin. This sour features inclusions of beech and cherry wood smoked malts, bourbon smoked sugar, Kiawi smoked sea salt and lemon and lime peel. The expectation is that this beer would have too many things going on but then we remember such tales as the time we sat on a misty beach with waterfalls, drinking oyster liquor from their shells and artisanal cocktails made by a man wearing a suit from the 1800s. Or that time we decided we loved fancy salts and citrus and experimented with what they would taste like on everything, including non edible items. The we realize how balanced and soft this beer was and how it invokes grinning and thinking of those lost memories. Yes, we remember those tales and hopefully if you imbibe, you’ll find some unique and forgotten beverage of your own that will brighten your day.
I see a dankness. ————————————————————————Sometimes you wake up from a nap in your hammock, in the hot, summer desert heat. Your vision is blurry and your sweat smells like pineapple. You see a rabbit in front of you munching on honey soaked garlic cloves. He only listens to My Morning Jacket and his underground psychedelic poster collection is way better than yours. He tells you to follow him. You do. He hands you various leafy vegetables you can’t identify. He then offers you a glass of peach marmalade mixed with tonic water. He tells you to chug it. At this point your standing on a sandstone formation shaped like a buffalo. You stand on the apex and chug the concoction and then, all you see is green................................. And sometimes you just have a Project Dank (the summer edition) by @lacumbrebrewing. Fresh from the can, this IPA will put you in another world. Warning or welcome: too many danks will make you feel like this dude on the label. ————————————————————————-
Lay in some indigenous grass, drink this and let Bonnie Prince Billy play your soundtrack as you melt into the landscape.
An Elk, a Goat and a Narwhal walk into a bar and order the hippest hazy IPA on the menu. ——————————————————————
The Elk says: This reminds me of that time I tried to munch on some tall grass in my favorite meadow and stumbled upon a carton of coconut water that a flannel wearing backpacker had left behind.
The Goat says: Pine needles, yes. Herbal soda, sure. A farm-to-table chef’s personal herb garden, yup. Pot molasses, yeah. Accidentally becoming a mascot to Satan? Priceless. ——————————————————————
The Narwhal says: What is this hazy? Where I’m from we drink eisbocks and eat sardines. Where everybody else is from, they drink NEIPA and think I’m a mythological creature.
That’s right folks, this year’s 3-Way IPA by @fortgeorgebeer was done with @moderntimesbeer and @holymtnbrewing and makes your head as foggy and full of anthropomorphic images as this post did. If you couldn’t totally interpret this, 3 stories about desperate animals drinking beer means I loved this IPA.
Here it is Lumberjack’s! Our FINAL meeting of the year.
The overwhelming vote has been for Chocolate Chip pancakes. So we will have the best chocolate chip pancakes you’ve ever had.
IMPORTANT NOTICE!! We will have bacon at this meeting as well!
Please bring your friends and show up sometime between 7:10 and 7:30 if you want a chance to taste these incredible pancakes.
We are happy with the year we’ve had with Lumberjack Club and there will be a post in the near future with stats on pancakes eaten, record attendance, gallons of milk/syrup consumed, pounds of mix used, etc.
We here at Lumberjack Club have put our heads together to come up with the best meeting possible for our final Lumberjack Club meeting THIS FRIDAY!
We have decided to let the people speak!
DM us or leave your opinion in the comments below on what your favorite type of pancakes are.
Just a reminder on a few of the flavors we have had in the past: Banana, chocolate chip, strawberry, apple spice, cinnimon, gingerbread, and eggnog.
Please! Let us know what YOU want and we will come out with what our meeting will have for pancakes by Thursday.
Today’s the day!! See you in 3 Hours for A Flannel Affair!! Help us keep Manitoba running, and support the mission to build more Huts for us to play in. Check out the link in our bio for event info and tickets. #aflannelaffair#alaskahuts#wearflannel