On The Wings Of Armageddon - DC Brau Brewing Co.
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Reviews by Stevedore:
4.36/5 rDev +0.2%
look: 4.25 | smell: 4.25 | taste: 4.5 | feel: 4.25 | overall: 4.25
12oz can, no canning date, extra'd to me by John. Poured into an unlabeled snifter today, 10/14/2013.
Pours a hazy amber body with a very big, effervescent white head that really does retain very well. It took a few minutes to pour the entire can into the glass. Even a few minutes later, there is still a big bunch of fluffy head on top with lacing all over the place. At the end of the pour, there are small hop chunks, nothing like Heady though. In the sunlight, this looks very substantial, kind of like apricot preserves.
Smells very bready, biscuits and toffee. There is also a fair grapefruit hop presence throughout, accentuated by a very small bit of a floral nose. Smells very clean, not resinous or sticky if that makes sense.
I really enjoyed drinking this beer- the hops come out much more on the palate than it does in the nose. It's got a very hefty, relatively non-descript bitterness even from the get-go, and I get grapefruits and citrus later in the palate. The bready base malts peek out a bit near the end but its really not showing up all that much. This is purely hops right here.
Actually a very drinkable, satisfying experience. Medium bodied, not dry but not resinous- just right. Bitterness quotient is quite high, but not ridiculous. Very easy to drink despite a bit of burn coming down.
Smooth drinking DIPA that showcases the hops here extremely well. I don't taste much of the base malts as I drink this.. just the pure hops. Very good double IPA that is at least within shouting distance of the big boys such as Heady, Abner, Double Sunshine.
Serving type: can
10-14-2013 20:34:21 | More by Stevedore
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2.91/5 rDev -33.1%
look: 3 | smell: 3.25 | taste: 2.75 | feel: 2.75 | overall: 3
This beer is very similar to Michael Crabtree…mediocre.
I have a code that I live by. This code is centered on doing whatever is fucking possible to avoid painfully awkward social situations. Give me a comfort height, elongated toilet and a charged smartphone after a day of eating Filet-o-Fishes followed by chasing that shit with Mexico’s finest tap water and I’ll take that situation almost every fucking time over nearly every social situation.
Occasionally I am unable to live by my code and what ensues is truly fucking awful. This beer very much reminds me of one of those situations. My wife drags me (picture a toddler being dragged from their mother’s luxury crossover as that child is kicking and screaming…well there is not much kicking or screaming, but there is some…and add in a healthy dose of profanity and insults that my wife does not find quite as amusing as I do) to this social outing and I am hating myself for agreeing to entertain the idea of going, let alone actually going.
A key feature of my code surrounds positioning myself both physically and mentally. Never get boxed in. Always know where alcohol is being served. Always know where the bathroom is as it is a great hiding spot. Bring your phone charger and know where a fucking power outlet is. Avoid valet parking your goddamn car as you need easy access to get the fuck out of there. The key to mental positioning is claiming not to speak the language. Mind you that this shit is taking place in America and I know that this is a touchy subject in certain areas of this country, but the fact remains that English is the predominant language in this country. This makes my tactic challenging to say the least. My wife knows that when I say to her before every social outing to tell people there that I do not speak English…that I am dead fucking serious. She must not love me enough as she has never agreed to do this.
This brings us to mediocrity. I am stuck standing here being forced to listen to this woman talk about how fucking remarkable her goddamn child is. I forgot this bitch’s name before she even introduced herself to me. Little does she know that as she is blathering on about her shitty kid and how he did some unremarkable shit, I am writing a goddamn haiku about her in my mind. For this poem I am incorporating my estimate regarding how many weight watchers points she went over today, how incredible my fake Christian Mingle profile for her is going look, and what fucking sperm bank serviced this bitch. Then the bitch starts telling this winning story about how her fucking kid told her an “absolutely adorable story about bubbles!” Bubbles? Are you fucking kidding me with this shit? Who gives a fuck? I have not heard about bubbles let alone talked about that shit for a least a fucking decade and I don’t feel that my life is lacking in that department. Her fucking kid is just as shitty as any other shitty kid just like this DIPA is just as shitty as any average DIPA on the market. Too malty. Too earthy. Too heavy. This beer is not bad, but I’m never going to seek it out as it is just too…mediocre.
Serving type: can
04-08-2014 05:45:25 | More by Lunch
On The Wings Of Armageddon from DC Brau Brewing Co.
96 out of 100 based on 895 ratings.