I make no slur against Southern Tier but, dear oh dear, I do not want to finish that bottle of Cherry Saison I stuck away and opened in the third quarter of the Steelers - Ravens game. Cloying lollypop meets medicinal herb yet it is a beer that has fans and frenemies. I pour. Proudly.
Antidote? Jolly Pumpkin's Luciernaga. Biscuit dry and softwater sour. A note of honey sweetness at the heart. Twiggy herb juice. So many adjectives used by the BAers I don't know why I bother even think about what I am tasting. Blending it to save the saison? Gaaaaack. That is all I am saying.