"I awake from a slumber that’s been anything but peaceful. I feel stronger yet somehow more nimble and refined. I have been born anew and, in the process, anointed with vibrant, inspiring, previously unexperienced character, all while maintaining everything I am and have always been—bold, bullish, unadulterated, and yes, Arrogant. Are you Worthy of quaffing a beverage of this intensity, irreverence and quality craftsmanship? Not likely, but for those who “get it,” I know my time in this bourbon barrel has not been wasted. Cheers to you, enlightened imbiber. On second thought, cheers to me!"
Appearance: Nice deep amber. Frothy off white head. A little lace. Aroma: Root beer and vanilla. A little roasty underneath. Taste: Nice hint of bitter among root beer / vanilla and chewy toffee flavors. As with this brewery’s regular Brown Cow brown ale, this is a solid and enjoyable ale with plenty of flavor.
Miracle Mike and his bulldog stopped by a strange planet and planted the Clown Shoes flag there. That’s when they realized they were standing on a gigantic orange in outer space. They were just as baffled as you are now. We brewed this IPA with citrusy hops and orange zest for the occasion. Next time you look up into the night sky, look out for a spectacular light show: The Aurora Orangealis
The beer with a guarantee built right into the name, this one is destined to blast through the flavors from the night before. Massively dry-hopped for your aromatic pleasure.
It's no secret that we like to party, and sometimes it gets wild. So we took Westbrook's refreshing Gose and cranked up the volume a bit, adding a massive dose of Citra & Amarillo hops, then fermented it with various strains of Brettanomyces.. go Westbrook, it's your birthday, get funky!!
A blend of hot and mild Anaheim chiles infused in a refreshing lager. Tommyknockers slipped into the mining camps of Idaho Springs in the 1800 with the discovery of gold in our mountains and streams. These elves though hardly seen, were often heatrd stirring, singing and working. They guided many fortunate miners from harm’s way and the gold they sought.
One time Mr. Raccoon took a long walk through a long field of tall grass. When he got to the edge, there was nothing. It was space. A vacuum. Being an adventuresome tiny bear rodent, he jumped off, but not into something, into nothing. As he fell through the starless abyss, in swooped Senorita Nighthawk, grabbing him by the neck scruff and flapping him off further into the darkness. There they came upon Archduke Flying Bear, and they all sang a song of bliss and ignorance and beers and laughter before going poof and becoming nothing. This nothing becomes an ethereal smooth dark lager from Thuringia.