Description

A beer cloaked in secrecy. An ale whose mysterious and unusual palate will swirl across your tongue and ask more questions than it answers. A sort of dry, crisp, refreshing, not-quite pale ale. #9 is really impossible to describe because there’s never been anything else quite like it.

Pours a pale, dull, clear copper producing 2 fingers of off-white, short-lived head that leaves weeping rings of lace. Aroma is toasted bread with apricot/peach jelly, a hint of tangerine and hoppy pine. Taste is a soapy cream (like a 1960’s Rainbow Popsicle), apricot, a little orange, weak coconut and thin hops. Cloyingly citrus bittersweet aftertaste is faintly reminiscent of ethyl acetate.