Do you have those friends that text you normal enough questions, but the iniquity of your level of annoyance at having to engage in conversation back with them is disproportionately higher than it should be? It’s because they’re nice, but boring. Admit it. This pumpkin sixer, sadly, is that friend. It pours a tawny brown, and has a spice-laden aroma that highlights at different moments anywhere from cloves to nutmeg to cinnamon, all with a sweet brown sugar foundation. With such a delicious fragrance, the shock of how mediocre the ale’s taste is hits harder than it would normally. Fighting against the heavy-handed spicing (cloves and ginger, I’m looking in your general direction) are genuine moments of earthy barley and tasty pumpkin, but not enough to stave off the death by spice rack. Confusing the ale completely is the bitter finish after a semi-present sweet malt.
For such a meager ale, it wants to be a little of everything. The Poser of the Pumpkins: not emotional enough to be angst, not spicy enough to put out…anything worthy of note, that is. 73/100
Nic’s thoughts from a past year: As a safe, middle of the road pumpkin, it’s perfectly drinkable. But sometimes you just want a pumpkin that feels like riding a dinosaur in a thunderstorm. This is not that beer. 72/100