I am not sure if she is disapproving but that is my mother having a bit of a scowl at the two halves of Saison Dupont on ice. She is sending that scowl forward from when Hitler had yet to rearrange the furniture in western Scotland. Circa 1937. But, as we like to say, Hitler lost and everything else won.
Bought a case of these halves at Beers of the World last month, Saison Dupont is something of the old Holy Grail that's now easy to get your hands on now. Even in the life of this blog - let alone my beer drinking days - not the situation until recently in nearby northern NY. Its beefier winter sibling, Avec Les Bons Voeux? Still very very much Christmas morning.
Is this my favorite beer? There are moments, maybe you have them too, when mid-week mid-workday you get a taste in your mouth. You think over the keyboard or mid-meeting that a beer would go down well right now. That taste in my mouth is this taste.