A grave situation.
I have a Skeleton Park brew in hand and at hand, their Heritage Series, and they are digging up an amber from the past. There is a real “Skeleton Park” in Kingston, a playground that is located on what was once a cemetery. Before construction they removed the remains, I guess they thought no body was left. But during construction they discovered that some remains remained, a grave situation indeed. Hence the name. *
As far as beer goes, truth be told, which seems to be a rare occurrence these days, I love me an amber. A K-Town amber going down sounds like where I want to be. The folks at SP tell us they “unearthed an age-old recipe”. As long as it’s an easy drinking tasty “car-a-mel you old smoothy” amber they could have got the recipe from a box of cracker jacks for all I care.
A brown pour, more brown than amber really, yep, brown. With a slim bone bleached white head. The aroma is malt and something, lots of things, an undiscernible hodge podge. First taste is a middlin’ mouthful and feel with fizz and malt with some floral in there? What the hat? Now there’s some cherry berry? What the hay? And who invited the rye? What the hedge? As complex as a trade war. It reminds me of a saison, what saison of the year I have no idea. Maybe it’s off saison, I know I’m usually out of saison.
I’ve been led astray. Hoodwinked, bamboozled and deceived. This skeleton brew doesn’t have an amber bone in its body. A bit of a K-Town let down.
Complex, full bodied and malt forward with a number of notes showing up but never in harmony. It has more changes than Bowie. “Every time I thought I’d got it made, It seemed the taste was not so sweet.”**
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