If you ever see me running through the forest it will probably be an act of self preservation rather than fitness. I’m much more likely to be doing a beer run than a forest run. The woods are what I drive through to get to the lake to go fishing.
There are lots of woods up Canvas way and “The Forest Runner” they’re ruminating about is a phantom that “roams the woods where the Trilliums bloom.” If that phantom is of the two-legged variety and is usually spotted in October then mystery solved. Its most likely one of the Cranky Old men lost and wandering aimlessly after an evening of Muskoka Oktoberfesting.
The woods are a distant (literally and figuratively) memory tonight as I’m snug as a bug in a rug in front of the big screen as my beloved buds score a shootout victory on two sweet highlight destined goals.* This double IPA sounded like an ideal celebratory pint, a pour after they score and before I score the pour.
It was a picture-perfect pour, but just like a cranky old man at the AGM, the foam didn’t know how or when to say no more. I needed to blow off some froth to take a quaff. Once I had my head in the right place, I could detect a forest floor dank juicy aroma. The taste is a nice citrus tropical juice with full on but not overpowering bitters. It comes on like a one and a half rather than a double which works well. The bitters step up a bit as it warms, turning it into a full-fledged double. Nicely balanced, the classic double IPA one two juice bitters combination is now in place. Not as aggressive as some doubles, I wouldn’t call it sessionable but its certainly accessible.
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