Monday, April 11, 2011

Jolly Pumpkin Baudelaire series: iO Saison

Type: Herbal Saison Ale
Origin: Dexter, MI
Price: $14 750mL
6.8% ABV

First off, a craft brewery from Michigan?? I thought people from there only drank Bud heavies after a hard days work making shitty cars...

Kidding aside, Jolly Pumpkin is a well respected brewery, and from my experience make exceptional quality beers. This one is no exception, at least from an experimental brewing aspect. Brewed with rose hips, rose petals, and hibiscus, you would expect this to taste like a flowery jamaica (a drink made from steeping hibiscus) except with alcohol. That's actually kind of the case. If you've ever had a jamaica, you will recognize the distinct taste of hibiscus right off, and the distinct pink-purple color as well. Unfortunately, it finishes with a bitterness usually experienced from overcooking herbs, which isn't masked one bit since this is a very dry beer. That was particularly difficult for me to get over. It also has a slight sour quality, but its not the same as from sour ales, more of an astringent flavor. It's difficult to describe this beer, but I did enjoy it, just not enough to purchase again.

On a side note, what the fuck is up with certain craft breweries describing their beers as if they can't even smell their own shit on their knees? The label on this one is so damn haughty it made the entire Andrews St. household sick to their stomachs. "A romantic world, dimly lit by distant memory, yet alive and inspiration to us pursue beauty at any cost... Let the muse guide you". The best part? It doesn't invoke a single useful piece of information about what distinguishes this beer from others, or even what to expect from it. I don't need you to paint me fucking rainbows, I'm drinking a beer for god's sake. I mean, fuck, not even wineries are anywhere this douchey in describing their product. An elephant couldn't take a shit this big. Consensus? Interesting beer. Fucking unbearable label anecdote. Get your shit together Jolly Pumpkin writers. I mean, Jesus tits, you're from Michigan, don't forget that.

1 comment:

  1. Low ABV and a bitch of a label to remove too. I'd say this is writ of failure.