20150722:
My friends and I went to Eureka! today and I ordered a beer flight. Third from the left was Lagunitas CitruSinensis Pale Ale..
Beer Flight @ Eureka!:
Bottle Logic Goldzilla
Lagunitas Equinox
Lagunitas CitruSinensis Pale Ale
Victory Sour Monkey
Appearance: [1] [2] [3] The CitruSinesis was orange and not as cloudy as the Equinox. [4]
Smell: [1] [2] [3] The CitruSinesis smelled as hoppy as the Equinox smelled, but had less of an orange smell. [4]
Taste 1: [1] [2] [3] Anyways, the CitruSinesis had a brighter taste. [4] 9:58PM PT [F]
Taste 2: [1] [4] [3] The CitruSinesis tasted hoppy with a light orange flavor. [2] 10:12PM PT
Taste 3: [1] [4] [3] The CitruSinesis was a solid pale ale. [2] 10:19PM PT
[20150827]
Lagunitas CitruSinensis Pale Ale
Relevant Links:
CitruSinesis (Lagunitas Website)
Lagunitas CitruSinensis Pale Ale (RateBeer.com)
CitruSinensis (OneHitter Series) | Lagunitas Brewing Company (BeerAdvocate.com)
Website Information:
CITRUSINENSIS PALE ALE
brewed with natural blood orange flavors
We took some fresh Sanguinello Blood oranges, juiced 'em, concentrated that juice (without heat) and threw it into a wheatier version of our New Dogtown Pale Ale. The end result? A refreshingly hopped pale-ish ale with a huge citrus burst!
ABV: 7.9
O.G.: tbd
IBU: tbd
Availability: June
Introduced: 2015
Sold As: 6pack, keg
The man bent over his guitar, a shearsman of sorts. The day was green. They said, 'You have a blue guitar, you do not play things as they are.' The man replied, 'Things as they are / Are changed upon the blue guitar.' And they said then, 'But play, you must, a tune beyond us, yet ourselves, a tune upon the blue guitar of things exactly as they are.' He sighs, I cannot bring a world quite round, although I patch it as I can. I sing a hero's head, large eye and bearded bronze, but not a man, although I patch him as I can and reach through him almost to man. If to serenade almost to man is to miss, by that, things as they are, say it is the serenade of a man that plays a blue guitar..." These, the words of the Conjurer-in-Chief; Wallace Stevens, describe in perfect detail the work of a brewer as he sits to write a new recipe. Perfection is the goal, to fill a desire for a perfect beer. Yet the instrument of his mind and that of the brewhouse and yeast are the fallible tools at hand. And so he patches it as he can. A little hop here, a little citrus there, a yeast to marry the two, the worty substrate of reality calling the key and time signature. The beer that comes will be the beer we drink, the beer whose story we will tell here. The brewer does what he can and imagines a world quite round. Conjurer-in-Chief Stevens concludes; "Exceeding music must take the place of empty heaven and its hymns." What does it all have to do with beer?
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