Swingin' Sword Lecture
Monkish Brewing Co.

Microphone checka,
swingin' sword lecture,
closing down the sector,
supreme neck protector...
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Not that Henry Nguyen is hiring brew staff any time soon, (or maybe he is, who knows) but I imagine one of the prerequisites of working at Monkish Brewing Company is a profound appreciation for 90s East Coast hip-hop.

In fact, I'm about 200% sure that when it comes to naming his brews, Henry just sits down with one of his current staff members who's equally versed in the likes of Wu Tang, EPMD, Rakim, and Gangstarr and quote random lyrics from iconic hip-hop anthems, kind of like a Mike Ross/Harvey Specter movie quote banter in almost every Suits episode.

Whether Monkish stumbled upon the name for this brew intentionally or by happenchance, there's absolutely no doubting that this beer is incisive, loud, energetic, and hardcore like Method Man in Da Rockwilder.
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An explosion of pineapple and passion fruit provide the first aromatic hooks that tear down the main body of the steel cocoon. Whatever remains intact of the now-deformed metallic vessel is torn asunder by sporadic yet clinically accurate blows of sappy pine and fresh cut grass, which allow the more juicy notes of grapefruit and bright oranges to traverse down the narrow metallic catwalk while clad in black and white attire, complete with white gloves, sideways baseball cap, and aggressive hand gestures.

Moving past the Stank Butt Jeans commercial and into the actual palatal impression.
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The same dynamite galaxy-inspired impact of thick pineapple, tropical fruit, and juicy citrus shoot around the area and manifest from fireworks seemingly out of nowhere. The supporting flavors of dank grass and pine follow surely but steadily, this time covered head to toe in Phat Farm apparel. There's a noticeable amount of pungent peppery spice that follow the dry bitter finish which will either get you hooked and wanting for more, or completely put you off, like blue sparks coming out of Redman's hands.
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The brew sports a medium body, with a soft creamy mouthfeel that will send electrical sparks and random hadouken-like projectiles exploding all over the place. The tenaciously attenuating carbonation will have innocent bystanders running from the explosion, with maybe one or two being electrocuted to the point of bones showing in x-ray style like with Blanca in Street Fighter 2.

Aggressive and bold, yet supremely balanced with all the flavors in check. This is the perfect liquid accompaniment for jumping on top of cars and making them explode with your homeboy and then creeping back out in the streets as if nothing happened.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Canned 6/13/17; drank 6/22/17 @ the Yarchives.

Opaque orange/yellow appearance.

A violent pour yielded a big, noisy white head; frothy lace.

Pineapple, peach & mild dry grass notes in the nose.

Soft, medium mouthfeel.

Pineapple & mild cane sugar flavors up front; soft peach & mild dry grass notes on the finish.

A killer, fruity-yet-balanced offering from Monkish. Glad I've got a few more in the fridge...

Pours a murky turbid bright straw yellow with a frothy white head. Nose is of bright grapefruit and oranges, fresh cut mangos and light pine. Taste of mangos, light pinnaple, grapefruit juice, pine gum and grass. Medium body, somewhat creamy mouthfeel. Dry somewhat acidic finish.