I am undertaking a concerted effort to reduce the swearing on beerbecue. Based on my stats, I know many of you slackers read this at work. And I would hate for the 5 of you who actually read this blog to suddenly become productive because your employer started blocking my profane site. Although, you would probably just Sporcle more or play Fantastic Contraption.
Unfortunately for me and my vocabulary, this review follows the effective date of my new policy.
This is an oude gueuze: An unflavored blend of old and young lambics, which is then further aged in the bottle (this one for over 3 years). I believe the “oude” designation just means that it was produced using old school methods. Someone can correct me if I’m wrong…I concern myself more with humor and hyperbole than technical accuracy.
Here we go, with less swearing….It is an attractive beer, pouring gold-orange with a white head that recedes to a persistent film. The pour released some serious expletive funk. Upon further inspection, it smells like green apples, a cheestique, a wet sycamore tree, and a reject batch of Sweet Tarts that one of Willy Wonka’s Oompa-Loompas forgot to put sugar in. Already my salivary glands are calling for reinforcements. First taste…I obscenity in the milk of your mother! It’s like sticking your tongue to an expletive 9-volt battery (without the electrocution thing). It’s obscenity sour the whole way through. There is a little grassiness in the middle, and I also taste grape skins and some green apples with some especially obscenity tart skins. It finishes dry with a little cheesetique funk. It is fairly light bodied and has lowish carbonation.
Guezes, Mary, and Joseph, this son of an expletive is dry, sharp, sour, and funky.
I must have more.
The Haybag: Judging from the look on your face, I think I will grab something else from the fridge. Thank you, though.