Bearded Iris Tunnel Vision IPA

Don't tell me about my need to take a step back from my passion for Bearded Iris; I know what I'm doing. No, I'm no professional beer snob or anything, but I like to consider myself aspirational in that regard. Instead, I will simply say that I always take the opportunity to try another Bearded Iris beer, and I don't care who is judging me.

The traditional (for Bearded Iris) thick, hazy orange beer has almost no head - just some lonely bubbles meandering around the top of the beer like they aren't sure what they are expected to do. The aroma is citrus with a curious floral bend to it. I Didn't expect that.

First sip is different than anything else. It's the familiar pineapple and lemons, but they mix with some mangoes and maybe some apricot, kiwi, nectarine, and even some cantaloupe. I didn't get any of the floral that I smelled, but this thing hits you right in the face with the fruits.

Tip-in is grapefruit and mango with carbonation tingling right acr…

Blackberry Farm Peel Your Face Orange IPA

My fourth Blackberry Farm beer, and this one has been sitting on my shelf for a while. I've been kind of avoiding a few of the beers I got, but I do so subconsciously. I don't know if the label has turned me away from them or if two out of the three on this particular shelf said they were some kind of beer I'm not usually a fan of. This is a mystery that scholars will debate for ages.

Ignore the strange dark distortion at the top of the glass in this picture - that's the Guinness label on the glass that I hoped would be blocked by the nice, fluffy white head, but it didn't work out in my favor. What IS working in my favor is the smell - orange and grains aplenty. To make things even better, the clear gold beverage is one of those beers that looks exactly like you would picture as a beer.

First sip is sour, bitter, spicy, and citrus. I didn't expect the sour - there's nothing about it on the bottle, but that's what I taste. I don't like sour beers, b…

Mother Earth "Born Blonde" Blonde Ale

A blonde birthed from Mother Earth. This is my fifth from this brewery, and they have proven to be unfortunately fairly average. Almost every brewery has the one standout, and Mother Earth's, was pretty good, but I wasn't really nuts for it. Maybe this will be the real standout.

Lemon scented air causes waves in a grainy pasture (more grains than I would expect from a blonde, but not so much to be a wheat ale). The head isn't really much, and the slight, patchy cap that it is isn't really going to leave any lacing, but that's okay. The gold beer still draws me into its coolness and warmth.

First sip is lemon heavy, but it has bread backing it. It's a bit of a grainy bread, but this is definitely bread, not wheat or anything. The lemons have a little more (non-lemon) citrus flavor added to them, and that's for the better.

Tip-in is carbonation sizzle with lemons and light acidity. It leads into a middle that features bread with the carbonation seriously taki…

Mikkeller Hallo Ich Bin Berliner Weisse

There are a lot of things about this beer that shocked me right off the bat. I didn't take the pictures of raspberries on the can seriously enough to anticipate the pink hue that this beer has, and I didn't expect to see that the ABV was an amazingly pedestrian 3.7%. I mean - is this even a beer at this point? I wasn't impressed with the first Mikkeller beer I had, and I don't really have high hopes now.

The color, as I said before, has a definite pink hue, but it puts me in mind of someone who has a very bad injury to their urinary tract, so their urine is intermingled with blood; sorry, but that was what I immediately thought of. The head is pretty nice, and it leaves a solid hunk of bubbles floating on top of the beer. The aroma is raspberries and little else.

First sip is sour, sour, sour, sour raspberries. WTF? I'm not buying another beer from these people. I don't like sour beers, and this is so damn sour. I have described the Warheads sour candies before…

Mikkeller Us Alive Belgian Wild Ale

That's on odd name you have there, Mikkeller. I also see that the small print on the back of the beer is in ... what do you speak in Belgium? This isn't French, so that leaves Dutch or German, I believe. Based solely on the fact that I don't see any umlauts, I'll say this is Dutch.

That's one beer-colored beer, too. What color is it? Beer color. If you had to say a specific color, what would you say? Copper with brown? Sure. How about that head? Umm... off white? Well, the smell I can at least tell you is interesting. It's sweet caramel, fruits, and a few scattered flowers. Nothing more to report at this time.

First sip is not to my liking. I think it must be the "wild ale" part of this beer that is putting a funk and bit of sourness to it that I really find off-putting. It's odd, too, as the beginning of the beer had a lot of promise with the sweet caramel malt.

Tip-in is sweet malt and carbonation and a lot of effervescence on top with a sizzle …

Old Forge Bananas Foster Moonshine

This hand-forged Tennessee spirit is distilled in Pigeon Forge with wholesome ingredients like Yellow #5! Mmmm. #5 is like the best one. I never wondered before, but why are the ingredients listed on these bottles? Are bananas even included in the recipe? I don't like the not knowing.

The yellow-gold beverage is poured inexpertly from the insanely difficult to pour from traditional jar (not a real Mason jar, but close enough for this purpose). Instantaneously, the aroma of bananas rise up into my nostrils. It's sweet and has a tiny little bit of crust on it, so I can see the bananas foster instead of just bananas.

First sip is like burning bananas on my lips. It is the familiar moonshine burn going down and pretty much through the mouth, but the sweet bananas are really kicked into high gear to ensure that the acetone taste of the donor white lightning doesn't manage to overcome the beverage.

Tip-in is a light, sweet crust with the strong banana and alcohol burn. The middl…

Mother Earth Boo Koo IPA

Good old Mother Earth. She brings us the trees, wind, and water. She protects us from the nasty solar winds and radiation that would likely kill us. On top of all of that, she gives us hops, barley, and Nampa, Idaho. Without these things, we might not have an IPA to drink today. How sad of a day would that be?

The honey gold beer has a good enough amount of head with a patchiness that is common for an IPA, but the lacing isn't quite as good as it should be. Still, no one is perfect, and this might just have the taste to pull out a winner. After all, the nose is a delicious tangerine and mango citrus that puts me in mind of some of the best of the breed.

First sip is citrus, indeed, but there's pine in here with it to give it a leg up on the world. We're not just dealing with a one-flavor beer; this is something with depth. The honey malt is tossed in there to try to keep the pine and citrus in their respective corners, but they are dueling, and my mouth is the battleground…