I love Amber. A great beer, a great name, an adjective, a noun, an alert, a traffic light colour. Got to love Amber. I mean blue is an adjective in terms of both colour and mood, and I guess it’s a beer too, but you won’t meet many named blue unless you know Jay Z and Beyonce or Paul Bunyan, and have you ever heard of a blue alert*?
According to the can there are Chinook salmon in Nobelton? Just north of the GTA? I had to do a fact check on that one and in turns out the great lakes have their share of chinook and that they go to upstream rivers and tributaries to spawn. Well I’ll be damned, just like those rivers.
Great looking pour, hard to see in my freeze glass but trust me, it looks good. Nice thin white top with and a dark gold (perhaps amber) presence. Flavourful, an amber with substance, not like a sheer drape but like one of those curtains on a stage, thick and heavy. Not as smooth as silk, maybe as smooth as the next few notches down from silk, like a well-worn (threadbare) bath towel? Not sure where I am going with the towel and drape references. A towel can be draped over something, and a drape can be draped over something (obviously), but a drape can’t be toweled over something, can it? I digress, often.
Let’s just call it a darn good amber. Well worth a quaff.
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