Some beers delight. From the top of the bottle…
… to the bottom, I got the feeling that making this beer was probably as pleasurable for Maine Beer Co as drinking it was for me. Which would make this one hell of a fun beer to brew.
I poured it with the same care I imagine went into crafting it, and then I just looked at it – this is one good looking beer, somehow both cloudy and bright. Class in a glass.
The aroma was as fresh and enticing as slicing open a grapefruit – not the in-yer-face pungency of a hop monster, but a refined, gentle waft of citrus to the nose. This carried through to the taste, delicate citrus and straw with a zingy dry bitterness on the tongue, the flavours getting sweeter as the beer warmed. Each time I raised the glass to my lips, I found myself smiling, charmed. Really! It was that kind of beer.
The trouble with having just a single bottle is that it’s such a fleeting pleasure. A friend only had space in their luggage to bring this one bottle back from Boston. Would it be ungrateful to suggest they might have taken a bigger suitcase?