So it's been ten months since I got the case of Fred with the crap cap job. Rather than complain - or recap - I loaded them up with weight and have been sipping them quite happily as the days became weeks and then months.
The beer has settled down a bit. Rather than pour an explosive head like illustrated from last December. No, it now pours a civilized deep glowing orange amber with a rich, fine lacing head that resolves to a rim and foam. I have to admit that this is one of the best beers I have ever had, with the 10% heat, the vigorous and complex hopping joining in with the rough rye to create a framework in which the raisin, apple, pear, fig and a whack of other flavours are bursting to get out. A bridge of rich spiced yeast joins it together.
Bird watchers say the bobolink sings like it has more notes than its throat can hold. This beer is a little like that. Not one BAer put it quite that way - but they like it.