Preparing For Bacchanal: Dear Barleywine, a beer time capsule
We here at Beer Blotter have full hearts. Sure we do. We love that mushy stuff.
Over time we have accumulated a bevy of wonderful fans and colleagues in beer. We want to give each of them a chance to tell their wonderful stories and share their great love for the beer they wrap their hands around each evening.
In preparation of Beveridge Place Pub’s Barleywine Bacchanal, a couple of our most favored contributing friends wrote monologues to their beloved – barleywine.
The muse…..14 bottles of recently released Barleywine. The goal…..to lock them away in February 2010 – and open them in February 2014. After 4 years of aging, I just hope we are invited to the uncapping.
Lets see the list:
Anchor Brewing Old Foghorn
Sierra Nevade Bigfoot Ale
North Coast Old Stock Ale
Hair of the Dog Doggie Claws
Alaskan Barleywine Ale
Marin Brewing Old Dipsea
Lagunitas Old Gnarlywine
Stone Brewing Old Guardian
Green Flash Barleywine
Great Divide Old Ruffian
Deschutes Mirror Mirror
Midnight Sun Arctic Devil
Flying Dog Horn Dog
Victory Old Horizontal
Damn that looks good. So, lets lend an ear to our friends and see how inspired they were:
I write you this day with hope that you find my words, within yourself merriment, and that these words touch you deeply with the purpose steeped upon them. The seasons have changed, brought bitter airs and quelled growth – ever bare, and within myself spawned yearning for warmth. An engulfing fever, submerged so to leave no piece of thy depth unwrapped. Might we emblaze the year’s provisions? Not lest our souls, and heart be abandoned. The steam of my exhale, the burn of my blood aches for infusion with your essence. I thirst for the remedy that lies in you, O impassioned elixir. Might we meet today and churn glowing red from this dead place? Might our tangling force back the encroaching destitution? This season I ask of your hand in melting this glacial encasing, and that together, each Winter passed, our allegiance advanced, tactics tempered, passion prospered. Will we be merged now my sweet nectar, and age together with graceful longevity?
With all my allegiance,
To break a young stallion takes patience, and time
Strewn flora, trot leaves wake scented with herb and pine
A steady handler calms the wind’s stir, strives to bring sweetness forth
Within of the eye of our student, great tales of a deeper worth
A bond is born in one moment’s blind plunge, foreseen in dark tomb
By hand interwoven in mane, violence seized, froth of realized womb
Only to be reborn from this earth, maturation sees that glimmer sprout
Complexity developed within, to be shared and savored without doubt…
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