The Place Beyond the Pines
Working Title Brew Co
- From:
- Working Title Brew Co
- Australia
- Style:
- Herb and Spice Beer
- ABV:
- 10%
- Score:
- +9 ratings needed
- Avg:
- 3.38 | pDev: 0%
- Ratings:
- | reviews: 1
- Status:
- Active
- Rated:
- May 04, 2023
- Added:
- May 04, 2023
- Wants:
- 0
- Gots:
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A classic Mikkeller IPA, a trip to Denver, 5 years of dreaming and a lust for pine have all led to our craziest concept yet. A Christmas ale made from a native pine tree. That’s right, using fresh, new growth pine tips, and sustainably harvested branches from Mark's family farm we modernised an old Finnish brewing technique to bring the pine. This is an insanely unique beer, with flavour complexity beyond what we thought possible in beer. And we are intensely stoked with the result.
Australian pine has this incredibly unique character. Woody and earthy for sure but also floral and Eucalyptus-like. Sappy but not astringent, fresh forest but not cedar; like a hike through the Bunya Mountains. Punching through on a 10% malty base, we kept the hops in balance, with Simcoe, Chinook and Columbus. It’s a harmony of rich flavours, with the native pine the hero.
This is the crazy best thing we’ve ever done. We had no idea what the result would be but we are so glad we gave it a shot. It’s Aussie Christmas in a glass.
Australian pine has this incredibly unique character. Woody and earthy for sure but also floral and Eucalyptus-like. Sappy but not astringent, fresh forest but not cedar; like a hike through the Bunya Mountains. Punching through on a 10% malty base, we kept the hops in balance, with Simcoe, Chinook and Columbus. It’s a harmony of rich flavours, with the native pine the hero.
This is the crazy best thing we’ve ever done. We had no idea what the result would be but we are so glad we gave it a shot. It’s Aussie Christmas in a glass.
Recent ratings and reviews.
Reviewed by AzfromOz from Australia
3.38/5 rDev 0%
look: 4 | smell: 3.5 | taste: 3.25 | feel: 3.5 | overall: 3.25
3.38/5 rDev 0%
look: 4 | smell: 3.5 | taste: 3.25 | feel: 3.5 | overall: 3.25
From New Beer Weekend #145:
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Hey maaaaaannnnn. What's up? Hey, nice shirt; it's so.... peaceful... kind of like a shiny daffodil kissing the morning sun, man. The sun is so cool. I wish I was the sun. Well, I mean, I am a sun, you know? But man, the son? That'd be bitching.
Me? .....Oh, nothing. Just sharing this bowl of herb, man, with this herbed beer. You want some? I mean, like, you don't have to. I'm not judging. Hey, have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a judge? Man, those wigs are way fucking tripped out. Did you know they used to be made from horse hair? I mean, horses need hair, man. Do you reckon they were asked? Hey horse dude, can I borrow your hair? Why the long face? Sorry, bro, but I need some of your mane, man... What? No, you're stupid, horse-man!
The beer? Yeah. it's herbed. Well, not that kind of herb, you know? And that's why I have this bowl. Hey, you want some? I've got, like, plenty more around here somewhere. Where did I put it? Hey Herby, where are you? Awww come on... it's here somewhere.
Oh, yeah, the beer. Well, when I poured it I was like whoa! Check out the colour, man. It's so fucking amber, man. Like a shiny amber mosquito funeral casket from Jurassic Park. Man, Jurassic Park is so old, like 1993 man, older even than Jesus. Hey, did you know this is a Christmas beer? Yeah, it's been, like, just chillin' in my fridge since Christmas. Probably should have drunk it before now. But it was chillin' with its fillin', and ain't done no spillin'. Man, my rhymes are killin'! Fuck, I should be a poet. I'd be all like, "yo, read my poems, man!" So anyway, the beer had this awesome, sweet head that looked like fluffy egg whites, and the carbonation, man, was like "Get me out of here, dude" as it flew up the glass into the atmosphere. Hey, maybe it wants to hang with the sun too? Wouldn't that be cool? L: 4
Man, you should smell it. Come on, smell it. It wants you to smell it. It's saying "Smell me, bro! Smell me!" No? Well, that's ok. No-ones judgey here. I'm not like, man, I sentence you to smell this beer, you know? I would be an awesome judge though. Do you reckon judges do bowls? They'd be all like "I judge this to be an excellent bowl! I sentence it to be cremated!" So anyway, when I smelled this beer, I was like "Oh my God! The pine!" It was soooooo sweet, herby and dank, man. You know how pines smell, like, piney and weedy? Yeah, this was piney and weedy, man. Weedy, piney, clementiney you want some bowl then here have miney! Was there malt? I dunno, man, the pine was like, "get in my nose!" and I couldn't get much else. S: 3.5
The taste? Here. try some. Taste is so cool. Hey, you know what tastes good? Tacos. I could eat a taco for hours. Imagine how big that taco would be. It'd be like. "I pity the fool that doesn't eat me!" Mr Taco. Mr T! Mr T for Taco. BA Bataco. No - BA Battacus!! Ha!!! Fucking genius. Taco, ya crazy fool!
Oh yeah, the taste. What was I saying? Man, I'm hungry. You want some tacos? Oh, the beer. It's sweet and piney and dank just like when it stuffed itself in my nose, man. And it's bitter, like your angry neighbour bitter. Smacks you right in the back and sides of the tongue, but that's ok, I'm not a fighter. I'm like, if you want to be bitter, beer, then you be bitter. I'm down with that. It's made my tongue kinda numb, though. Comfortably numb. Like the song. Fuck that song use to sing to me. But anyway, maybe that's the bowl. You sure you don't want any? I've got plenty. No? That's cool, man. So anyway, I reckon this beer's just that bit too sweet, like it's had a bath in honey and forgotten to towel off. Or, like, maybe it did, and I'm the one with the honey problem... Fuck, my towel would be so sticky! Have you ever had a towel stick to you? That'd be pretty freaky.... T: 3.25
What's it like in the mouth? Well that's kind of personal, man! Oh, you mean the beer? Ha! Just fucking with ya, man! Seriously, though it's pretty thick... The beer is too!!!!! Ha, I'm so funny! There's a bit of prickle on the tongue, like I just popped a rough tab, but otherwise it's pretty nondescript. M: 3.5
Anyway, man, it's been great to see you! We should hang out more. Like, hang out because we're best friends, because you're super awesome, man. Maybe next time we can share a bowl, and get really super mechatronic high. That'd be cool. We'd be like, "Mechatron, assemble your bowl!" And all of the pieces of the bowl would fly together and kick the shit out of Godzilla or whomever the fuck he wants to fight. Mechatron wouldn't bother with this beer, though. He'd be like, it's a bit muddled, man; sweet, dank, bitter and herby, kinda like it's trying to go all Belgian mafia on my arse but then remembering it wants to be West Coast gangsta. But that's cool. I'm not judging, right? o: 3.25
Now where are those tacos?
Cheers!
#234
May 04, 2023...
Hey maaaaaannnnn. What's up? Hey, nice shirt; it's so.... peaceful... kind of like a shiny daffodil kissing the morning sun, man. The sun is so cool. I wish I was the sun. Well, I mean, I am a sun, you know? But man, the son? That'd be bitching.
Me? .....Oh, nothing. Just sharing this bowl of herb, man, with this herbed beer. You want some? I mean, like, you don't have to. I'm not judging. Hey, have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a judge? Man, those wigs are way fucking tripped out. Did you know they used to be made from horse hair? I mean, horses need hair, man. Do you reckon they were asked? Hey horse dude, can I borrow your hair? Why the long face? Sorry, bro, but I need some of your mane, man... What? No, you're stupid, horse-man!
The beer? Yeah. it's herbed. Well, not that kind of herb, you know? And that's why I have this bowl. Hey, you want some? I've got, like, plenty more around here somewhere. Where did I put it? Hey Herby, where are you? Awww come on... it's here somewhere.
Oh, yeah, the beer. Well, when I poured it I was like whoa! Check out the colour, man. It's so fucking amber, man. Like a shiny amber mosquito funeral casket from Jurassic Park. Man, Jurassic Park is so old, like 1993 man, older even than Jesus. Hey, did you know this is a Christmas beer? Yeah, it's been, like, just chillin' in my fridge since Christmas. Probably should have drunk it before now. But it was chillin' with its fillin', and ain't done no spillin'. Man, my rhymes are killin'! Fuck, I should be a poet. I'd be all like, "yo, read my poems, man!" So anyway, the beer had this awesome, sweet head that looked like fluffy egg whites, and the carbonation, man, was like "Get me out of here, dude" as it flew up the glass into the atmosphere. Hey, maybe it wants to hang with the sun too? Wouldn't that be cool? L: 4
Man, you should smell it. Come on, smell it. It wants you to smell it. It's saying "Smell me, bro! Smell me!" No? Well, that's ok. No-ones judgey here. I'm not like, man, I sentence you to smell this beer, you know? I would be an awesome judge though. Do you reckon judges do bowls? They'd be all like "I judge this to be an excellent bowl! I sentence it to be cremated!" So anyway, when I smelled this beer, I was like "Oh my God! The pine!" It was soooooo sweet, herby and dank, man. You know how pines smell, like, piney and weedy? Yeah, this was piney and weedy, man. Weedy, piney, clementiney you want some bowl then here have miney! Was there malt? I dunno, man, the pine was like, "get in my nose!" and I couldn't get much else. S: 3.5
The taste? Here. try some. Taste is so cool. Hey, you know what tastes good? Tacos. I could eat a taco for hours. Imagine how big that taco would be. It'd be like. "I pity the fool that doesn't eat me!" Mr Taco. Mr T! Mr T for Taco. BA Bataco. No - BA Battacus!! Ha!!! Fucking genius. Taco, ya crazy fool!
Oh yeah, the taste. What was I saying? Man, I'm hungry. You want some tacos? Oh, the beer. It's sweet and piney and dank just like when it stuffed itself in my nose, man. And it's bitter, like your angry neighbour bitter. Smacks you right in the back and sides of the tongue, but that's ok, I'm not a fighter. I'm like, if you want to be bitter, beer, then you be bitter. I'm down with that. It's made my tongue kinda numb, though. Comfortably numb. Like the song. Fuck that song use to sing to me. But anyway, maybe that's the bowl. You sure you don't want any? I've got plenty. No? That's cool, man. So anyway, I reckon this beer's just that bit too sweet, like it's had a bath in honey and forgotten to towel off. Or, like, maybe it did, and I'm the one with the honey problem... Fuck, my towel would be so sticky! Have you ever had a towel stick to you? That'd be pretty freaky.... T: 3.25
What's it like in the mouth? Well that's kind of personal, man! Oh, you mean the beer? Ha! Just fucking with ya, man! Seriously, though it's pretty thick... The beer is too!!!!! Ha, I'm so funny! There's a bit of prickle on the tongue, like I just popped a rough tab, but otherwise it's pretty nondescript. M: 3.5
Anyway, man, it's been great to see you! We should hang out more. Like, hang out because we're best friends, because you're super awesome, man. Maybe next time we can share a bowl, and get really super mechatronic high. That'd be cool. We'd be like, "Mechatron, assemble your bowl!" And all of the pieces of the bowl would fly together and kick the shit out of Godzilla or whomever the fuck he wants to fight. Mechatron wouldn't bother with this beer, though. He'd be like, it's a bit muddled, man; sweet, dank, bitter and herby, kinda like it's trying to go all Belgian mafia on my arse but then remembering it wants to be West Coast gangsta. But that's cool. I'm not judging, right? o: 3.25
Now where are those tacos?
Cheers!
#234
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