So I actually had the double dry-hopped, cask-conditioned version of this beer on Saturday at Great Taste of the Midwest in Madison. I think it’s a nice, multi-dimensional pale ale, and the fact that it’s organic is cool too. It’s crisp, just a bit caramel-y and hoppy but not extremely hoppy. Nice, floral… grapefruit. A good drinker. Yum.
I like the grapefruityness of it all. This is not the kind of beer I could have more than 2 or 3 of, but it’s delicious and dare I say unique. Refreshing. And summery…oh for the summertime. ho, hum.
Hoppy as hell, and delicious as hell if that’s your thing. But the canned version doesn’t do Furious its full justice.
Out of the tap, it’s like eating a grapefruit while strolling through an evergreen forest. Out of the can it’s bitter Fresca. So do this: Go to a bar that has Furious on tap and get it alongside a plate of extra-spicy Buffalo wings. Bring a spare pair of knickers.
Though I must insist, Furious’s awesomenessness doesn’t justify standing like a rube next to a biffy at the ass end of an mile-long line to the Surly brew review table to the neglect of every other beer on the premises. You know who you are.