Oral fixation be damned.
Freud told us that “the dream is the disguised fulfillment of a repressed desire”. But there is nothing disguised or repressed about my desire to quaff this frosty cold brew while on the BBQ deck searing and scorching steaks as summer slip slides into fall. I wonder what Freud had to say about alliterations. *
Sawdust City has a thing or two to say about their Violent Dreams Cold IPA. “Internal conflict grips you” they say. I have a pretty good grip on this brewski and I am internalizing the contents of this can as we speak. “At night you struggle to sleep” they tell us. Not after a couple of these I don’t. “It invades your every thought”, a possible excuse why I burnt the steaks? ** All of these psychoanalytical ramblings and revelations have little to do with the tune up I will get from my grilling misgivings.
A bright clear golden bubbly pour with a fall froth. A dream pour. It has a fresh fruity hoppy aroma, it even smells cold. The first taste is mild fruit with substantial bitters for a crisp finish and bitter aftertaste. It is cold, damn cold, this brew is colder than usual, that’s unusual. The heart of a West Coast IPA with the soul of a Pilsner, an intriguing combination that works. Bitters abate a bit, substantially reducing the onset of any violence. The fruit stays the course and the result is a balanced IPA lager experiment.
This tasty BBQ brew apparently fulfilled a repressed desire. It also helped me forget for a moment about the ground zero burnt black t-bones that I carelessly cremated while quaffing a cold one. Not to worry, I was reminded more than once at dinner.
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