No cinnamon. No nutmeg. Sign me up. Attired in a festive orange tall-boy, the leather jacket of cans, this ale the color of a fading campfire smells of pumpkin laced with cloves. Reminiscent of many Oktoberfests, the bitter onset of this ale eases into heavy all-spice, cardamom, cloves, and a scoop of earth ginger. The brown sugar rounds out this wallop on the pumpkin puree, as this mildly sweet finish turns to a chalky fade.
Not adding cinnamon or nutmeg is not only a welcome against the grain attitude for a pumpkin ale, but reminds me of that rebel in class you’d be willing to cut class for – edgy and tasty. 87/100