Bock? Porter? Both? Yes. They aren’t lying, that pretty much describes it. More malty than hoppy, but a good balance of the two. Very drinkable.
Maybe I’m the only one, but Cold Spring Brewery just seems….
different without a solid identity. Maybe I’m just missing their marketing efforts. Beer and energy drinks out of the same place, though? No shame in making a dollar when you can, I guess. Watch out for the packaging of their hard lemonade.
This beer is a bit different than most, their website states that it is 1/2 porter and 1/2 bock combined into one nice brown ale. Pours an interesting dark brown color with hints of rose when brought to light. The head on this beer is very minimal, under an inch and light in color. Aroma is interesting, traditional bock malt scents are predominate but it smells a tad bit like a porter. The flavor is even more strange than the scent, quite malty, almost sweet but more caramelized. The mix of these two beer styles gives a very different flavor, pretty decent, but a bit boring. Mouthfeel is medium. I’m glad I got only one of these beers in a mixed six pack, but I think after drinking a few in cooler weather this beer would potentially have a bit more to offer. If your a fan of malt or different brown ales this may suit your tastes. Always nice to try a Minnesota brand that I was previously unfamiliar with.
I’m really surprised by how much I liked this one. It’s very flavorful. Tastes like summer. Citrus-y? Love the clean finish. I’m having it with leftovers from the grill. Out on the deck, by the cooler, with that charcoal smell in the air and a pair of giant tongs in my hand would definitely be the way to drink the MaiFest. Just as soon as it warms up.
This beer tastes sweet, with little hop aroma and flavor. The problem is it tastes cheap, like Special Export.
If you listen to the Twins on the radio, the only way to enjoy a ball game outside of actually going in person, you’ve heard the relentless ads for Gluek’s Honey Bock – several times a night. And yet, I managed to go all of last season without having one (ah, the power of advertising). So I was kinda excited to see this on the list so I could see if it’s worth sitting on the porch this summer with a few in the cooler while the game’s on (pitchers and catchers report Feb 14!) The answer…not really.
While I will say this beer isn’t terrible, once you get past the first swig (bleh), it’s not one I want to have over and over for 9 innings. I don’t know how many Bock beers Dan Gladden’s had, but somehow I don’t think he cares (think quantity, not quality). Too much honey, not enough Bock if you ask me. Had this been a Shiner Honey Bock, I might have been more forgiving, but Gluek’s doesn’t carry a lot of weight with me as a brewery (or an establishment). Still, better than the Snow Storm from last week.
I gave it a 3 based on the 5.8% and the 9 dollars plus tax I paid for the 24 of ’em. I took them to a party with a few other guys and we drank them all, they get better with the quantity you drink. It is a fine beer to get drunk off of while fishing, playing poker, or Guitar Hero. I would buy it again for the quantity, not quality.
Paid $9.14 plus tax at Sid’s in Bloomington.
A two star beer for me is something I would drink socially but never buy myself. My initial reaction, after I had taken my first taste out of the can, was that this beer is a two. But after pouring it in a glass, drinking a little more, and perhaps thinking a little too much about it I decided that the taste, low cost, and the Ram on the Can bump this beer up to a three.
That said with 23 cans of this stuff left, a new beer to drink next week, and plenty of home brew in the cellar I need to invite some friends over this weekend!
My dad was a camp director. Every summer until I was 17, my family would pack up and move to the shores of beautiful Lake Mudhen near Siren, WI. (Are you paying attention, KM?)
Sometime around 1980, we got a brand new dining hall/bathroom facility and with it, a new septic tank. Previously, too many flushes in the old bathrooms and/or our neighbor draining his sewage into/under camp property would prove to be too much for the old septic tank and it would occasionally overflow. I can still remember raw sewage trickling down the hill. My dad dubbed it the Little Yellow River, a nod to the Yellow River, where we sometimes took the campers canoeing.
This morning I found myself doing something out of the ordinary because of a WordPress technical limitation. The week 2 beer page will only show up if there is a post associated with it. So what’s a not-too-techy guy like me going to do? Certainly not hack the code in WordPress, but rather hack the code to my morning routine by adding a line that says “if it’s Monday morning, insert Gluek Honey Bock into mouth and write a review.” Continue reading the perfect morning beer