One of my favorite memories of growing up in Maine during the Autumn was driving past gardens bursting with pumpkins at the end of each glorious vine with their flashes of orange bursting through the dusting of good, gritty earth on their skin. Wolaver’s scooped up an entire patch, gave it a light rinsing and bottled each organic pumpkin with love into an ale that pours a hazy, blood orange and smells of down home farm freshness, cinnamon, and a touch of caramel. Slicing through the chunks of pumpkin flesh is a blade of bitterness that balances out the brown sugar sweetness and handful of nutmeg. The crisp, rawness of this ale is complimented more this year by a better guided hand on the spicing and provides a quenching drink on the last few warm days of summer with a dryness that grips onto the launch of Fall.
This ale will awaken your inner peace loving childlike self and make you want to roll in the hay after a barefoot jaunt thru the field. Bringing yourself back to the basics is a great place to be. 84/100
Nic’s thoughts from a past year: A simple, rough-around-the edges farm-style pumpkin ale, but therein lies its charm. Pleasingly and unapologetically crunchy. Pairs well with barns, hay, and orange foliage. 79/100