So, this is finally winter. Last night I had to buy more flashlights than ever before. Tonight, three massive jugs of alt snow and ice melty stuff. Think there was a polar bear on the label. A growley one. I need a beer to match.
Brasseurs du Temp is right across the river from Canada's capital in Ottawa. Or its part of it. Never understood our capital. Wow. The effect of the wheat at this concentration is like taking the grassiness from sauvignon blanc wine, ditching 90% of the fruity notes, adding some fig and a bit of date, throwing in a bitter barky twiggy thing. There are spices but they are like spices from a land you have never been. Cedar perhaps? Something like an evil changling of the love child of cinnamon and apple wood. Earthy with cloves. And old roses. I once had a massive rose bush that was about 8 feet high and 15 feet across. When they were just past there best, they gave of a musk like a great party that was well after midnight. There's a bit of that in here, too. Yet it is fresh and, for the style and strength, a lightness.