We’re not sure if it was the great Romantic poet Percy Bysshe Shelley or the master of modern prose Rebecca Black who once said, “It’s Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday,” but we couldn’t agree more. Join us this Friday, October 14th, for our Awesomn Autumn release party.
It’s that time of year again when we celebrate the return of our favorite prodigal seasonals: Oak Aged Yeti, Hibernation and Fresh Hop. Tickets are $20 (cash only) at the door, which buys you 3 beer tickets and a food ticket from our pals at Basic Kneads, who will be dishing up hot, tasty pizza.
Haven’t tried these brews before? We have you covered:
Oak Aged Yeti is Yeti Imperial Stout’s sophisticated sibling. They may be from the same clan, but they have entirely different personalities. Oak aging gives a subtle vanilla character, rounding out Yeti’s intense roastiness and huge hoppy nature. Who says you can’t tame a Yeti? 9.5% ABV
Fresh Hop Pale Ale is brewed with fresh, whole cone hops from the Pacific Northwest. We ship these “wet” hops to Denver overnight and brew shortly after harvest, imparting an intensely grassy hop aroma and citrus hop flavor in a medium-bodied ale. 6.1% ABV
Hibernation has been our celebrated winter tradition since 1995. This robust, dry-hopped ale has a malty richness balanced with a complex hop profile and hearty, warming character. 8.7%ABV
The party runs from 6-9pm and will feature sweet DJ-spun 80s and 90s tunes. You won’t want to miss this throw-down. Still not convinced? Here’s a little poem from the BrewBlog:
It’s true, they’re here.
They’re finally back,
These three tasty beauties,
Upon your palate: impress, not attack.
Fresh Hop and Oak Aged and Hibernation,
Realities, not figments of the imagination.
You’ve waited and pined away all year long,
No longer for want of their malty, hop songs.
There’s Hiber’s sweet, sultry warming,
or Oak Aged Yeti’s reverberant, recalcitrant warning,
and Fresh Hop’s aromas of citrus and grass,
On these fall seasonals, you’d be silly to pass.
So, search in ye cities,
Look high and look low,
For once they have vanished,
They will be memories ago.
See you this Friday!