I have said for years that Connecticut beers can hang with those from Mass or the Empire State or anywhere; in some cases, they may even surpass.
An international IPA brewed with toasted rice, it’s like a unicorn canoeing down your throat, tapping Citra and Brazilian acerola cherry ores against every last taste bud.
Compelling isn’t the most flattering word for a soft drink. It’s not a compliment that I would ordinarily use to describe something meant to be swallowed, but it’s necessary here, because HopTea isn’t something that we knew existed, or that we needed.
Winter Hill’s home base doubles as a neighborhood bar, one where somebody might actually know your name. With the frigid months approaching, this is a place you’ll want to have on your cozy and comfortable list.
The idea is a saucy boom built on a full foundation, the spoils of which amount to a brilliant optical illusion.
As for the kind of goods I am here to advocate for, a product category often relegated to a single small shelf in the display at your favorite dispensary, I’m thrilled to report that they are still clear for takeoff.
It’s not just Dorchester’s own branded magic that the brewery and tap room are increasingly known for, but rather for those selections as well as a stellar roster of brews they pour from (and in some cases brew for) other companies on Mass Ave.
A 6.2% ABV number packing top notch Citra and Mosaic hops, this relatively new selection from the Connecticut-based Black Hog Brewing Co. is a certifiable standout and delicious social lubricant.
Considering that models it produces diligently do every last thing that products that cost literally six times more can do, it’s no surprise that they are becoming increasingly ubiquitous.
As for the sensation, it really is a microscopic mist, and you can feel it seeping into all of that impressionable real estate in the back of your throat and under your tongue.