One of the luxuries we treat ourselves to is a cleaning service. Oddly, our cleaning ladies rearrange everything in our house when they work. The furniture tends to stay where it was, but everything else (picture frames, dog beds, decorations, candles, kitchen items) are always in a new spot when we get home. Do they do it to prove they cleaned and picked things up to do it, or do they do it because our feng shui is crazy out of whack?
Next up in the series of beers and breweries is the Festive Ale from SweetWater Brewing out of Atlanta. Festive ale, as in winter and Christmas? Yeah, that festive ale. SweetWater only distributes to limited cities in the southeast, and we acquired this through a gift from someone who got it from someone in North Carolina. I think that's the chain of custody; I didn't ask many questions. However, December in Georgia is probably about the same temperature as May in Pennsylvania, so it works. It pours a black color in the glass, with a thin off white head. Your nose picks up malt and dark fruit aromas, and the taste gives you roasted malt, spices (cinnamon?), and some coffee bitterness. Those who know me I'm not wild about beers that verge into coffee/burnt/roasted flavors, but this one is okay in my book. Probably better enjoyed in actual winter, but we'll worry about that come next December.
|It's a picture of a fish on the label. My phone SUCKS.|
Brewery has a fun story behind it - two roommates at the University of Colorado fall in love with craft beer, start working jobs in the industry to get experience, and after a few years end up opening up shop in the ATL. Doors open in 1997, and they've managed to carve out a niche for themselves ever since.
Thing to Think About Today:
As much as I wanted to play on the brewery name and make a Sweetchuck joke - Sweetchuck was the hilariously nerdy cop in the Police Academy series - it didn't seem to fit. So, on to some music about Georgia. Oddly, the state of Georgia finds itself into the titles of way more songs than it probably warrants. Let's go with one of the best, and let Gladys Knight and the Pips bring us home on the Midnight Train to Georgia: