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Look at that majestic man sitting on his motorcycle that is clearly not road legal, but what does he care? He's not planning on commuting into work on this or deliver food through his GrubHub side gig. No, he's planning on riding through a ring of fire and then jumping over 27 buses before snapping some bone that he had not previously known existed. That is the nature of this man, and I'm hoping this beer blazes its own trail as well.
The straw yellow beer produces a reasonable amount of head, nothing crazy like the man it's based on, and a head that never really goes away. An unusually large number of points of nucleation seem to be reinforcing the head at all times. As a result, the pillowy soft bubbles sit motionless on top of the beer, daring me to try and sniff the contents as it will absolutely be leaving lacing when I sip. Well, it didn't hold back the aroma very well. As a result, the citrus fruits hop right out at me with tropical fruits in tow. This is going to be good. You know what? I'm breaking format and skipping the sip!
Tip-in is a sweet biscuit malt with grapefruit, tangerine, orange, lemon, and even a little coriander tossed in. The middle is bold with the fruits not giving an inch as they smoothly make their journey across the mouth, making sure the taste buds know what flavors were intended in the first place. The finish is bitterness from the hops that can no longer be restrained, but it is not an assault but rather a poignant conclusion to a calculating and still daring beverage.
Bottom Line: I'd take this to the Grand Canyon with me.
4.0/5
