Yarrow Man vs Watermelon Maiden

subcutaneous yarrow watermelon
open gush air               sour
settle to malt                hour
winsome thoughts
pitch
watermelon pulp
into white yarrow ale

tastes of yarrow smells of yarrow
under tongue and
side watermelon sneaks around  the palette

pulpy body and yeasty

taken from over warm storage iced in freezer 25 minutes then pour

looks nice smells nice and tastes okay

will need to be brewed in tighter control of temperature

Daughters Of Poseidon: Baxter Brewing Co.: Black IPA Brewed with Oysters

:Pull out thy copper cup Neptune:

     another moon to sing with uncle Herbie Hancock {he now illuminates christmas tunes in San Diego dive bars}

    another pint to pour fresh current to ruminate alternate

 of salt circle I shuck  aluminum with left hand to give gold some wound

                  brackish this foam settles reminiscent of upper Sauguatucket in early April

       blood     sweat   & wounded bird    

              

 a brew of corner stores if corner stores sold black IPA's

     to  periwinkles on long commute 

a pit stop of Irish Moss to bivalve &

               what Poseidon would shake the steps of Atlantis 

         as if haunted this brew circumvents (circumnavigates?) 

oysters brine turned labor make stout make IPA make Maine oyster pin prick aft side

                       Despoine tilts her neck towards Athena 

                 cheers & offers beers       

with spear Athena declines turns     saunters west serpentine 

   

         Despoine tilts long gone to the seven seas father's copper mug south to north and back again 

   {stout oyster hop}

HOP OYSteR  stOUT 

          an alphabet of 8% from the fingertips of Nova Scotia

this water has an underbelly

      KPW in a dress of ocean water rolls ill from coast to coast

 dances in two to three steps hurricane beer monsoon

   scents of this brew brings out the best in you 

hints of raised palm mudra 

             or two moose looking interstate and turning lake

                     lungs dipped in chocolate malts 

standard deviation two black chord in Dm

             weather in gin chestnuts or uncle portside bailing us out with Finch beaks

Labor Day Weekend Brew Storm, Homeless Beer # 87-3/5 or Workingman's Nectar No. 3

quick step in early day sunshine

grind and squish grains in corona

eyes and sun shine bright 

crowns of light sugar burst from grains

hot well warmed water coaxes

sugars from eyeball husks leaves

tannins for the weary 

second course 

brewers four collect and brew speak kick talk pass run and shuffle

newspeak to top pale 

 boil 30 minutes

coil and cool

 aerate and yeast

pitch tenp at 70F

cheers and godspeed

 

JayDanMattSam stop by ,
collectively
create
homeless beer # 87-3/5
barrales
4 gallonees 4 mutineeraires 4 white panthers
the skies carry all the previous kings when you are alone ly look up
quickened wit sommers swell temps
recipe:::
take malts of american pale ale weighing 4 pounds
crucsh
take malts of american wheat weighing 5 pound.......chruchs
add flaked wheats weighing in at a teasley 1/4 pound....churches
mix in munich dark malt at 1/2 pound.....chrustes
combine all in mash "a water and grain dance"'
spinallwheelchairladenmenandwomenswirl
the mash pit .......
at 152F with one and one quater quart of h29o per pound grain
60 minutes mash
then sparge with 170F h20 to collect 6.5 gallons
boil for 30 minutes at full steam raging boil
adding hops hallertau 4.6 AA 1.5 pounces 30 minutes
tettnanger .5 ounces at 3.9 Aa at 15 minutes
coil whirfloc tab 15 minutes
tettnanger .5 ounces at 3.9AA at 5 minutes
also add 1 gram fresh hops at 5 minutes sterling raised in dighton
also add 2 gramsfresh hops at 5 minutes willamette raised in dighton

arrive with collected 3.75 gallons wort at og of 1.054

pitch two packets
of danstar munich yeast

cheer sa and beers


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJO6KR5A9wg

Least not the best thought is wrought with doubt

Clap clap clap...close your eyes.

The synthesizer cannot grasp the proclamations within your soft subtle whimpers.

Pause....and for a second can you see it? Look.....

Bright. Serious. Complex. Full of shit. Spent it's last penny 

My understanding is that I should tell you the high and lows of this malty sip.

First step...open...let The Lord of light cast his decomposition on the hot fermentation that has rested in silence for the revival

Step two...crystal stem. Slice systematically to specifications for optimal perfection. Drip...drip...down the glass driving feature come the presentation.

Step three...my own lips always have enjoyed the sound notes and cacophony of mad people. This one two speaks to my unused nature. Tones of heavy malts as well as a boozy spice to remind you that pirates still exist. The flavor is not fireworks and drunk "crunkles", but more balanced. 

Step four...11 percent. Crashing on my front door has shook my house. Why do the giants come on Wednesdays although they know it sleep in. Like the sound of trees falling in the woods the crash through. Spring air flows through the hallways while dust flecks glitter through my bedroom window. I ask "what's going on?". Step in the moment sir...the hardest part of waking up, is the actuality that you were here the whole time. 

Mine is Bigger Than Yours:To Øl:Barleywine

Raspberry milled phonographically tendrils red
   sutures sweet as pieces of heart were heat an answer in bed
this Barleywine is willing to be beast
    & crawl from corners in green crab jilted
weather steps from past in glacial taken places retaken

     cutting Gaston upon all jugular points
sums of three hours twinned
   oil       circle             pin      
this brew takes my hands in twos to refresh
             jesters how big is big and then breaks
orange candy over front tongue is thyme is Egret culling minnow to death in individual hop calling two parents communication spent over phone calls honey bee

          14% to memorize bunk posts
glass walls   moths drawn in
   2am porcelain spider or without mesmerized grass disciple
  to tell in sentences of Queen Anne's Lace respite
crushed thumbs need swan neck glasses to retreat
                                                                             
     this is no gull making nonsense & WHITE  upon spilled glacial remnant

shoes have been burned and saved here
this beer is consumed
in return there is  crown of beach
rose cut with polyped shore
    slow rain    thrown rocks    mulled morning restart

Buzzard's Bay Brewing: Horseneck Goldenipa

my flesh pours liquid into a cup 

privileged as such 

a hole in the eye of hop electorate

hints of violin 

raw tongue macerating 

my wife sunk in epsom salts 

heady malts in pale recipe nonsense 

flesh in flays 

    the horse neck bows  green fiddle heads

two star outlaw tucks 

i n gr in fo r next night terror

   measured cufflinks never owned turnstile

curse in chain link 

  nonsense 

this beer is solid 3.99 

      yellowing its bowed head 

scents of spinster leaf & golden stream

make the well dry 

   where there is no tree to hide

stories of dirt 

 piles breathed in 

unsure welcomes down grade into yarrow 

the flesh of Main street will curse suture 

eyes & strawberries 

this beer is muggles splayed 

monday morning

waiting for ammonia 

a snapped in tongue

Homeless Ale #9 or Whakapapa

Ok
friends fans financiers felons and fidgetuers



airs of malt upon pour sublte easily missed florals
as a humming bird ---- did it pass me or a dragonfly--
scrubbing images of scents
not bold like Vincent .....soft as Henri
head flash false  and quickly vanish...
premature
not 2 wks in bottle
clean bit foggy amber beep beep honey
wingless eyeless clouds less rain
good body (beach sight) weight
(as the song sings not too skinny and not to fat)
finishes with hops in retrograde to malt
yum

Nameless No.7 From Main Street Brewery

airs some bananas
when first bottled i thought egad schlitz
1.5 wks into maturity
full body wheat airs
malt of barley swells around the mouth
even balance no one falls off this beam
cloudy pours predict wheat yeast taste
not one to age yet
a month of sundays wont be too long
slight hop finishes the draught
hop bitterness lingers


served very cold and most flavor will be lost
served around 40 degrees Fahrenheit flavors and aromas will be set to utmost
appreciate this soon
foods.....
beer is sustenance, solids are additional treats from gods
meats and salads welcome all palates.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZedft5X3zY

Narragansett Town Beach Imperial India Pale Ale

The title is a mouthful and so is the first sip.
Crushed up hops and Citrus flavors wave over the tongue.
Like standing in waist high water and having a 6 foot wave sweep over ya.
Stunned and a bit bewildered yet excited to catch the net wave/taste.
More hops and citrus.....airs of tree grove lemon......fresh fresh
Wonderful beer if you are into citrus front and hops lingering.
Served well chilled a perfect beach day beer.....also one to relax with after
wrestling a lawn mover across the greenery.....or a gate opener when meeting new neighbors...
Hi, have a 'gansett?


Cheers

catching up... Stone EPIC 12.12.12

some ties and weeks go by wicked fast
like lightening in a sunset sky
you see it but you're not sure
imagine the sky forked light
blue white       streak earthward
just barely beyond elm st hill

trucks and cars wipers slash water and wind
shields puddles streets just nigh flooded
ambulances crush out from brick abodes
skateboarders push downhill
hydro-plane slide into 1/2 broke
/construct shelter
soaking wet laugh slough
into/upon corner store
ta cokes and cookies
idle away sun rainbow shower
it's over       let's go



Epic 12.12.12
beer with spice
I have been tasting this beer for a while, since I first saw it on the shelves of local beer and ale purveyors.
I recall not welcoming this item as much as the previous Epics.
But...............
Tonight...Airs Spice right off....Oh God is this another pumpkin/winter/Christmas thing?
Nope ...the spice air gives out to a mouthful of flavor cinnamon clove spruce (?evergreen?) warmth.
There is a nice warm mouth feel that breeds in after the first sip. The slow cheek warming alcohol feel is welcome after the spices. (I almost expect an apple flavor...and then it would be my mother-in-law's apple pie.....which is the best apple pie i have EVER tasted....but that is a different review)
The spice lingers but never, ever becomes a stab at dessert.
The finish is fine and sharp and begs a second, third, etc sip.
The Christmas thing hides nearby, yet I sense the developing maturity of a spicy barleywine that will surprise in years to come.
I am off tomorrow to try and score a couple more bottles before they disappear.