Thursday, January 10, 2013
January 10: Trevor in the Tank
I'm in love. It's official. Didn't see this one coming....
I woke up this morning to a normal, below freezing, Minnesota day. Then things got weird...the sun came out...the temperature rose to 45 degrees, and it rained. Dazed, I returned home and opened the next beer on my list, the infamous Tank 7 Farmhouse Ale from Kansas City's Boulevard Brewing Company.
Boulevard's Smokestack Series is the stuff of legend, and Tank 7 absolutely reveled in the experience of being poured into her own glass. The meringue head rose a solid 3 fingers, standing well above the tulip's rim, and lingered through the final sip (a good 20 minutes). The beer absolutely glows as it pours a brilliant gold, and the effervescence is immediately evident, practically bursting from the bottom of the glass.
The nose is sweet tropical fruit, and the initial sip brings white pepper and a tantalizing barnyard funky tartness (not a cool medina. sorry Tone Loc...). The mouthfeel is absolutely gorgeous, as the effervescent character is balanced by a light, chewy malt that finishes pleasantly sweet on the lips. The end of the first sip practically begs for a second, and a third, and so on, until the 8 percent ABV finally catches up.
As a life-long Broncos fan, I have been raised with a healthy disdain of anything hailing from Kansas City, be it excess pine tar or scarlet clad AFC bottom feeders. I can't bring myself to say anything bad about this beer though. my only regret is not buying more than 1....