The universe, bent and beautiful.
And the northern lights commenced to glow, And she said, with a tear in her eye
Watch out where the huskies go, and don’t you eat that yellow snow. *
Not only was Frank Zappa awe struck by the northern lights, he also gave us some good advice. We shall heed his warning, a warning any Canadian knows, and hopefully the Northern Lights we are sampling this evening will commence a glow as well.
Bobcaygeon previously served us up some Starry Nights as a preview to tonight’s Northern Lights.
This pour reached new heights, an experience as heady as a Mothers of Invention song. It took a few minutes to reach an out of court settlement, allowing me full access. The colour is an orange yellow. Let’s put it this way, if it was poured in the snow, Frank would advise you not to eat it. The aroma is hoppy and tropical. Hopical? Troppy? Whatever.
First swig is grapefruit bitters with tropical citrus in the background and a bit of a buzz fizz to it. A bit here, there and everywhere, so I fully expected it to evolve. Next swig the juice lit up approaching an almost puree state. The grapefruit bitters are now the backup singers. Pineapple? Northern lights from summer climes. Now the tropical fruit has gone from citrus to sweet. One wonders (that one would be me) whether this brew will ever achieve equilibrium.
Tropical sweet pineapple with mild grapefruit bitters, is this the final configuration of this conflagration of a hazy crazy IPA?
Every iteration was ok but it left me wishing that it would just pick one and find its place in the sun rather than imitating those ephemeral northern lights.
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