Moxie. You have to have grown up in Maine to truly understand it.
Malta Goya. You have to have grown up in San Juan to truly understand it.
Fall Hornin’. You have to have celebrated high school Homecoming sports on a crisp Fall day, ended the night around a bonfire drinking with friends, and have spent the following morning eating brunch hungover to truly understand it. Confused? Oh, I’ll get there. Fall Hornin’ pours a lovely mahogany color with an aroma of yeasty bread, cinnamon, nutmeg, and sweet caramel. Starting as a brown sugar and caramel sweet treat, this brew quickly loads itself up with smattering after smacking of pumpkin puree doused with cinnamon, cloves and nutmeg. Just when you think that this light-bodied highly carbonated beer will explode from too much pumpkin, a ribbon of chocolate ripples through like an old timey soda pop. Done? Not quite. THEN, just when you think you’ve been tricked into drinking three separate beers, bitter hops kick in, wipe out the sweet, and round out this cornucopia of flavor.
Too many flavors, too many feelings, much like high school reaching it’s peak of all the feels at Homecoming. Just when you think you can’t handle any more, it all ends and you wonder how you survived all that in one sitting.
Nic’s thoughts from a past year: Very sweet malt, ginger and molasses. Clove in the back end, with a touch of piney hop. Nicer in can. 71/100