A firm farm fresh peach off the vine, so fine! I’ve had canned peaches that were so heavenly you’d think the Saints preserved them. And when it comes to a pastry competition, a peach cobbler is a shoe in. Peaches are the stone fruit king, I’d pit them against any other pitiful pretender for the throne of stone.
You may have surmised by that stone fruit segue that I love me a peach. But a peachy brew is no sure thing. There have been at least 20 self professed peachy pints reviewed by us COM, and countless other stone fruit inspired suds have graced these pages. We quaffed poolside peaches poolside and Muskoka’s Peach of Mind comes to mind. Everything’s Peachy wasn’t, although Super Juicin’ was. But this brew from the land of our Four Fathers isn’t just peachy, or peach inspired, this is PEACH CITY man!
A golden grapefruit peach of a pour, a frosty frothy topper completes the picture. Wow that’s super peachy on the nose, a concentrated peach nectar aroma. Peach plus. First taste is major peach, juicier than most, leading into a flat almost grapefruit bitter with an acerbic aftertaste. Not an ideal one two fruit punch in my books. Sweet peach to grapefruit bitters is more of a stretch than a COM doing yoga. So peachy it’s approaching a sour but without the tang. Counterintuitively, a big swig actually has the peach overpowering the bitters, but that bit of a bitter aspirin aftertaste remains.
The key to any fruit beer, stone or otherwise, is the KISS principle. Keep it subtle sudsmaster. But this Peach City is in such a state that it’s Bonafide country wide, bordering on universal. More than a touch too much peach followed by that somewhat out of place flat bitter finish. This plus size peach just didn’t fit into my tulip snifter.
A little less peach would have been just peachy. Maybe just a Peach Village, or a Stone Fruit Subdivision?
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