There's something about the title of this next beer that is all too seemingly reminiscent of that scene from Wizard of OZ where Dorthy and the Scarecrow saunter upon what in retrospect appears to be the animated geriatric wing at the local arboretum fraught with thoroughly baritone-voiced and pissed off botanic limbs hurling the forbidden biblical fruit of Adam in the fashion of balls and strikes. Angry Orchard Crisp Apple (served also on draught at TI) may not get you exiled from either Eden or Emerald City but it should undubitably ensure a munchkin-land smile on your face.
From the outset I should declare that, with the exception of Strongbow and Woodchuck's Pear the last thing you'll causally see me sipping across the oaky plateau of a neighborhood tap is a hard cider. Perhaps it has to do with a class field trip in thrid grade at Tanner's Orchard and having to urinate and peeing on a nearby apple tree only to realize that Alicia Wycoff was behind me, princess of the crayola kingdom that is elementary school, giggling and gesticulating in confetti cackles, marring the future author with an aversion towards anything apologetically apple for life.
That said I was surpised how much I enjoyed this beer. Essentially more of a late-autumnal campfire beer, it has a wicked bite, a coppery drizzle, and a slight alchemical Yukon runoff semblance that feels that you have spent the bulk of the day panhandling gold in artcic clime.
What I enjoy most about the drop is that, while bitter, the tartness doesn't overwhelm you. It settles nicely and (almost) beckons you for an additional round forgoing wizened woodchuck and choosing the wicked cidery witch of the west instead.
For an apoplectic cider intent on rage, is a very appeasing drink indeed...
and hey, five more days of the tour and two more days til'....
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