The Angel from my Nightmare
Martin House Brewing Company

Look:
Pours a deep, opaque ruby‑plum with a faint haze that catches the light like stained glass. No foam, just bubbles coming up from the abyss.
Smell:
A rush of berry preserves hits first — raspberry, blackberry, maybe even a touch of currant. Underneath that, a warm, bready sweetness emerges, almost like toasted brioche. There’s a subtle tartness in the aroma, but the dominant impression is fruit spread over fresh bread.
Taste:
This drinks like someone took a slice of warm, buttered toast and slathered it with mixed‑berry jam, then turned the whole thing into a beer. The fruit character is bold but not cloying — sweet upfront, then quickly balanced by a gentle acidity. The “bread” note is shockingly vivid: soft wheat, a hint of crust, and a buttery richness that rounds everything out. The sourness is mild, more of a bright accent than a puckering force. It’s comfort food in liquid form.
Mouthfeel:
Medium‑full body with a buttery texture. Low carbonation keeps it smooth and almost dessert‑like. The finish is soft, lingering with jammy sweetness and a faint buttery echo.
Overall:
This one lands. If you’ve ever wanted a beer that feels and tastes like jam‑buttered bread, this is exactly that — a quirky little fever dream that somehow works.