Pliny the Elder
Russian River Brewing Co.
Santa Rosa, California
I caught fragments of my first spring training baseball game today on the radio and was feeling all nostalgic but with the frigid weather outside and now these colors on this bottle and the taste coming from within, it could just as well be Christmas. Put a handle on a pine tree and drink with caution. Seriously, I feel like I should be Billy Mays screaming about how the citrus solution will clean everything from your thorax to your dirty undies. Let me be the first person to say this: this beer sucks. I don't care what historical figure's name is on the bottle and how many polo wearing yuppies on Beer Gladhandvocate call this a masterpiece, I find it abysmal. Something akin to Listerine with the bile of a sour stomach churned in to make an astringent piss. Blech. Call me a girly man and a cretin just don't pin the bitters club badge on me, bub. Take these hops and shove 'em.
- Wörtwurst
12 comments:
You're bound to tread on some toes here man.
I still haven't tried any beer from Russian River, so can't really comment. Your review will provide some balance to they hype when I finally get hold of some.
Oh... and loved the owl interview. You're taking some interesting stuff wortwurst :)
I suppose if you like strong IPAs this will excite you. For me it tasted like a pine cone's watery anus.
lol... well, I'm not much of watery anus man myself.
To be honest I'm getting a little tired of IPAs. I like to try a new one every once in a while, but it seems like they are the go to brew for any brewery releasing something special. That's a little sad.
People are being brain-washed into liking the hop monsters. They feel included into the club. That's why they call it an acquired taste because it tastes like ass. How many people need to taste pizza 5 times before they really get into it? NONE!
i don't know...you either like it or don't. only a year ago, i really could handle a pale ale or IPA every two months or so. something in my decades of beer drinking changed, i tasted a quality dry-hopped ale, was intrigued, gave it another shot, tried others, came to the table with a more fine-tuned sense of what i was looking for and what it was i was actually liking and/or intriged about....this is stellar stuff. and it's obviously not for you. we're all different. i find myself loving things MANY slam. for example, the LongHammer IPA from RedHook. don't know what the hate is all about. i love it. etc etc.
You haven't stepped on toes, just indicated your soft palate for rice beer. Pliny is the epitome of a double IPA in the level of the Maharaja from Avery or Hercules from Great Divide, certainly not for the meek. Once you aspire to the levels of hops in these beers there's no going back and nothing will satisfy. A testament is how hard these are to come by and sell out at most places that carry them.
Hey most kids don't like coffee at first either, and espresso isn't for everyone.
I never liked coffee either. Or smoking. Or Duran Duran. I don't aspire as far as beer goes. Doritos, yes. Beer, never. Too many of you guys are making beer a philosophical statement when it's basically a low-level aspect of life. Then again, the old cliche that it's an acquired taste kind of meshes with the porn star's aspiration to swallow, spit or pass it along to a friend, so maybe you're right. I'm still out of the club. Thanks.
Someone ALWAYS poops in the pool... Especially when there's beer involved. That said, I suspect there's 2 things going on here. Number one is that you probably live in the toilet-bowl" section of the country, hence the "poop in the pool syndrome." Why is this relative, because you probably had to pay dearly for the Pliney, and rightfully so. Second, based on your response upon sampling, in conjunction with all the other comments you have made, why would someone equipped with taste buds as droll as yours initiate the process of consuming Pliney? Look on the bright side Kaiser, with this guy out of the way, there's more for the rest of us. Personally, if I weren't 800lbs, I would crawl inside the bottle.
Ho hum. I got it free. If I was offered it for free again I'd refuse. Still, we can arm wrestle over the taste dynamics between Coke and Pepsi later.
Go drink some pale lager and leave the good stuff to the rest of us. I'm guessing anything stronger than a pilsner leaves a bad taste in your mouth?
I thought I made it clear that I wouldn't be drinking this fad, overwrought money-maker for beer sycophants again. And no, pilsners are not my limit. I will drink your blood in an Illuminati sacrificial ritual in 2012 you fermented dreg bastard!
heh. nice pour.
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