Holy shit snacks! I'm turning 37 in exactly one week. I'm older than Star Wars. And Saturday Night Live. I'm older than Apple, Inc. and nowhere near as successful. Like I said...holy shit snacks.
I'm starting the birthday extravaganza with an abbey triple from Sprecher Brewing Company in Wisconsin. It pours a cloudy copper color with a thin head. Traces of lacing were left behind as I sipped it. The scent is bready and fruity. The flavor is smooth, a bit fruity, and a touch flowery with lots of spice and definite alcohol overtones (8.1% ABV). As I'm writing this, it's starting to sound a lot like yesterday's post. Sadly this one isn't nearly as good as the Weyerbacher.