Oats. I fucking love oats. Them shits don’t make anything any different in the flavor category or anything, but holy fucking bodying body rock rocking bodies that have already rocked the rockin’ body body rocks, this this was alllllll mouthfeel. This fucker was like drinking a beer without a name until the swallow swallowed past the swallow muscle and then BOOM, we’re taking about how flavor can always be good or bad, but the texture on the mouth muscle is what makes it either fully incredible or forgettably ASS. If you’re gonna brew something new, don’t settle for drinkable. Settle for having someone describe your beer as fucking orally charismatic, because this shit could talk me into refinancing into a 30-year fixed, bitch! - Joel
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Brewery: Untitled Art
From: Waunakee, WI
Beer: Double Oat DIPA
ABV: 7%
