Space, physics, and booze are a little more Liquorstore Bear’s bailiwick, like perhaps in one of his paranoid rants about Scary Bear’s apocalyptic predictions. However, hadron collider and particle physics tomfoolery are not without precedent here. Soooo….
Recently, Brookhaven National Laboratory’s Relativistic Heavy Hadron Collider created “quark soup”, a near-frictionless plasma soup of quarks and gluons that is believed to have existed for ten-millionths of a second immediately after the universe’s birth. And apparently, this soup only exists at least 4 trillion degrees Celsius.
That’s some serious heat. To put that in perspective:
Center of the sun: 27 million degrees F
Center of the earth: 5,000 to 10,000 degrees F
A lit human fart: Up to 1,600 degrees F
A snake’s ass in a wagon rut: 95-100 degrees F
A witch’s tit in a brass bra: Below 10 degrees F
Of note, the Haybag once claimed that farts could not be lit aflame (I can’t remember how it came up). I assured her that it was possible, and that I was in fact a member of the “Blue Flame Club”. Unconvinced, I had no choice but to successfully demonstrate this feat to the her. It was our third date.
Likewise, much like quark soup and farts on a third date, Avery IPA is better at higher temperatures. Although, perhaps to a lesser degree.
Avery, not content with the 3 Cs, added a fourth C to load-up this IPA with Columbus, Chinook, Cascade, and Centennial. It pours a slightly hazy gold, almost orange, with a thick, IPA-esque head that hangs around and leaves behind plenty of friendly lace reminders of your time together. The first smell is of light citrus (mainly grapefruit), pine, and a distant malt. As it warms, a little added floral character moves in, and an almost honey-like maltiness comes out to play. At first, the taste follows the nose. Then as it warms, a sweeter malt character emerges, which plays off the hops nicely and creates an almost tropical flavor. It finishes generally dry with a clean bitterness. And it is smooth, with a good level of carbonation.
This is a lunchpail IPA. It’s not going to knock your socks off with huge hop flavor, but it’s balanced and gets the job done. It’s kind of like the Mario Mendoza of IPAs.
The Haybag: Of course it’s good. I picked it out.