Nudie Rudie IPA
Broulee Brewhouse
- From:
- Broulee Brewhouse
- Australia
- Style:
- American IPA
- ABV:
- 6.4%
- Score:
- +9 ratings needed
- Avg:
- 4.46 | pDev: 0%
- Ratings:
- | reviews: 1
- Status:
- Active
- Rated:
- Feb 24, 2023
- Added:
- Feb 24, 2023
- Wants:
- 0
- Gots:
- 0
NO SCORE
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Updated Untappd blurb:
Our Nudie Rudie Indian Pale Ale is crafted to perfection and inspired by the good-natured Locals who still to this day flaunt their nudie rudie bodies under the steamy summer sun every New Year! (Shhh.)
Previous Untappd blurb:
Hey you Cheeky Cocky!
“I am crazy tasty and will help you feel cheeky and full of life! Who wants a taste of my natural floral deliciousness and seriously classy hops?”
Our Nudie Rudie Indian Pale Ale is crafted to perfection and inspired by the good-natured Locals who still to this day flaunt their nudie rudie bodies under the steamy summer sun every New Year! (Shhh.)
100% nature in a can! Broulee Brewhouse, where nature creates the magic! Get racing!
Our Nudie Rudie Indian Pale Ale is crafted to perfection and inspired by the good-natured Locals who still to this day flaunt their nudie rudie bodies under the steamy summer sun every New Year! (Shhh.)
Previous Untappd blurb:
Hey you Cheeky Cocky!
“I am crazy tasty and will help you feel cheeky and full of life! Who wants a taste of my natural floral deliciousness and seriously classy hops?”
Our Nudie Rudie Indian Pale Ale is crafted to perfection and inspired by the good-natured Locals who still to this day flaunt their nudie rudie bodies under the steamy summer sun every New Year! (Shhh.)
100% nature in a can! Broulee Brewhouse, where nature creates the magic! Get racing!
Recent ratings and reviews.
Reviewed by AzfromOz from Australia
4.46/5 rDev 0%
look: 3.75 | smell: 4.5 | taste: 4.5 | feel: 4.5 | overall: 4.5
4.46/5 rDev 0%
look: 3.75 | smell: 4.5 | taste: 4.5 | feel: 4.5 | overall: 4.5
From NBW 135: https://www.beeradvocate.com/community/threads/new-beer-weekend-135.671511/
Hello weekend!
Hello new beer!
Take a seat, make yourself comfortable, and let me introduce you to my friends on BA. They're a mostly chill bunch of guys, even for Americans, and they love their music. But there are the usual eccentricities. Some of them like their jazz, some their rap. There are a heap of them into thrash metal, and there's even some bloke from France who seems to have a foot in every musical camp. But enough about BA. You and me, we're into rock.
Shall we tell them about your band? Ok, let me paint a picture...
Looking at Broulee Brewhouse, you'd not mistake it for the Ritz, circa 1988. It sits in a small coastal town, impervious to the ebb and flow of season-driven beach crowds. It's small, it's salt-drenched and has a sound system that would not melt anyone's teeth, let alone induce tinnitus in kids by the stage. Guns n Roses would never headline here, nor would Sebastian Bach launch feet-first into the crowd. No, it's not that kind of place. To be honest, you'd not expect much walking into a gig here.
But you'd be wrong.
There's a headline act here, playing every night, Vegas-Strip-style. But it's no Celine Dion, nor Barry Manilow. It's a new-age IPA, proudly clutching the microphone stand, thrusting its melon-clad hips at the crowd and belting out tight, hop-driven flavours to its adoring coastal crowd.
As it enters stage right, you're struck by its outfit - it's chicken soup yellow in a sea of pineapple-juice-coloured imitators. It sports a rocky, fluffy white head, just like Steven Adler, 35 years ago. Carbonation roars up the glass quicker than an Eddie van Halen finger-tapped riff.
In the air, once the smoke, weed and sweat-filled pit odours are swept aside, is more tropical fruit than Carman Miranda's head. The nose is the support act to the main event in the mouth, but it smacks you down with nectarine, apricot and guava, some dank, and the slightest hint of dark cherries. If this is the warm-up, then the headliner had better be good...
It is.
The set kicks off with flavours like a grinding lead solo, sucking you in with the heady abandon of complete immersion in the sensory scape assaulting your senses. There's cantaloupe (rockmelon), honeydew, lychees, tangerine and mild bitterness with a touch of dank. The long, sweet finish plays the bass and drums. Retronasal creaminess rounds out the unit, and everything fits together. This band is tight, with that uncanny connection of musicians on a plane we mortals dream about. Everything in this glass, and in this band, has well-worn comfort in everyone else's presence.
The mouthfeel of this musical hop delivery machine is a perfectly timed hi-hat, fitting the beer like a glove. It's smooth and full, and the long, sweet finish perfectly supports the fullness.
So, old pal, I think it's safe to say that Broulee Brewhouse is not a headline venue with rockstar brewers and a million-dollar sound stage backing it up. But you, my friend, are a headline act worthy of a big stage and pumping crowd. You're the archetypal tight scrum of musicians playing their part in a kick-ass, circle mosh of look, nose, taste and mouthfeel. You're perfectly in sync with your mates and you would bring the house down every night, if only you had the chance.
So, BA, pop in and say g'day to Broulee IPA. It's worth a look and worth a listen. You'll be blown away.
Cheers!
#200
Feb 24, 2023Hello weekend!
Hello new beer!
Take a seat, make yourself comfortable, and let me introduce you to my friends on BA. They're a mostly chill bunch of guys, even for Americans, and they love their music. But there are the usual eccentricities. Some of them like their jazz, some their rap. There are a heap of them into thrash metal, and there's even some bloke from France who seems to have a foot in every musical camp. But enough about BA. You and me, we're into rock.
Shall we tell them about your band? Ok, let me paint a picture...
Looking at Broulee Brewhouse, you'd not mistake it for the Ritz, circa 1988. It sits in a small coastal town, impervious to the ebb and flow of season-driven beach crowds. It's small, it's salt-drenched and has a sound system that would not melt anyone's teeth, let alone induce tinnitus in kids by the stage. Guns n Roses would never headline here, nor would Sebastian Bach launch feet-first into the crowd. No, it's not that kind of place. To be honest, you'd not expect much walking into a gig here.
But you'd be wrong.
There's a headline act here, playing every night, Vegas-Strip-style. But it's no Celine Dion, nor Barry Manilow. It's a new-age IPA, proudly clutching the microphone stand, thrusting its melon-clad hips at the crowd and belting out tight, hop-driven flavours to its adoring coastal crowd.
As it enters stage right, you're struck by its outfit - it's chicken soup yellow in a sea of pineapple-juice-coloured imitators. It sports a rocky, fluffy white head, just like Steven Adler, 35 years ago. Carbonation roars up the glass quicker than an Eddie van Halen finger-tapped riff.
In the air, once the smoke, weed and sweat-filled pit odours are swept aside, is more tropical fruit than Carman Miranda's head. The nose is the support act to the main event in the mouth, but it smacks you down with nectarine, apricot and guava, some dank, and the slightest hint of dark cherries. If this is the warm-up, then the headliner had better be good...
It is.
The set kicks off with flavours like a grinding lead solo, sucking you in with the heady abandon of complete immersion in the sensory scape assaulting your senses. There's cantaloupe (rockmelon), honeydew, lychees, tangerine and mild bitterness with a touch of dank. The long, sweet finish plays the bass and drums. Retronasal creaminess rounds out the unit, and everything fits together. This band is tight, with that uncanny connection of musicians on a plane we mortals dream about. Everything in this glass, and in this band, has well-worn comfort in everyone else's presence.
The mouthfeel of this musical hop delivery machine is a perfectly timed hi-hat, fitting the beer like a glove. It's smooth and full, and the long, sweet finish perfectly supports the fullness.
So, old pal, I think it's safe to say that Broulee Brewhouse is not a headline venue with rockstar brewers and a million-dollar sound stage backing it up. But you, my friend, are a headline act worthy of a big stage and pumping crowd. You're the archetypal tight scrum of musicians playing their part in a kick-ass, circle mosh of look, nose, taste and mouthfeel. You're perfectly in sync with your mates and you would bring the house down every night, if only you had the chance.
So, BA, pop in and say g'day to Broulee IPA. It's worth a look and worth a listen. You'll be blown away.
Cheers!
#200
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