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Brewery Review – Fort Collins
January 2, 2012
Fort Collins, Colorado
Yet again we tried O’Dell’s to no avail. While it was quieter, we were misinformed about the sign-up for the tour and it filled up before we could get in. A little upset, we went down the street to the as yet untried Fort Collins Brewery. The tasting room was much smaller and quieter, and we sat outside in the warm sun with a flight of their full-time beers. Ft. Collins Brewery gave us information on the alcohol by volume or ABV (how much alcohol is in the beer), international bitterness unit or IBU (a scale of 1-50 of the bitterness of the beer), and the standard reference measure or SRM (a unit of measure of color in degrees from 1-30 degrees, with one as the lightest). This is a lot of information, so I will include a list of the corresponding information at the end of this post. Flights are set up from light to dark but it is always wonderful to be given as much information as possible on the individual beer.
The first beer up was the light 1900 Amber Lager. Made with German Melanoiden and Munich malts in combination with Willamette hops (a particularly full-bodied and bitter hops). This was a juicy, light and truly refreshing lager. With a light bitter tang at the end, it carried a medium body for being so weightless, and the slightest hint of cedar carried through the whole sip. The second beer was a wheat, the Major Tom’s Pomegranate Wheat. This was an American Classic wheat beer infused with pomegranate seeds. It was sour up front but not too fruity, the pomegranate flavor sandwiched between bites of bitterness that created a complex but not confusing character.
Third up was the Red Banshee Red brewed with crystal malt and Willamette hops. A thick body masked the complexity and the variety of spices came across as utterly simple. Wheat from the crystal malt up front transitions through to orange, cider, bay leaves and lime, finishing with a taste of chocolate. This would be great for pairing with some simple homemade brown bread but too complex of a choice for a full evening of drinks. Next was the Rocky Mountain IPA, which we were excited for as lovers of IPA’s. This was a classic IPA, dry-hopped and bitter with a medium body. Usually the sour edges of India Pale Ale’s are faded out by the lack of enough malt flavor, but the Rocky Mountain had enough back to bring out the zest and citrus of the hops flowers. The thickness sat at the back of our tongue – we wish we could ship it back to friends at home!
The Kidd Lager was a Schwarzbier made with chocolate malts, German Tettnang hops and a “dash” of smoked malt. This was an interesting beer, evolving with every sip from a smoky finish that overcomes the initial chocolate, chewy flavor, to a green and bright beer. This had more of a smoky flavor than lagers usually do, tasting more like a porter at first, but the boldness of that particular malt faded over time. The Z lager was equally as interesting and evolving. This was a Rauchbier, which traditionally uses malts dried over beechwood fire. This lager’s initial flavors were varied but noncompeting, a light apricot-caramel brightness was overtaken by a determined, deep chewy caramel finish – an evolution of the same flavor. It was rather delicate but the continuity of flavor imbues a strength to the delicious beer.
The last beer was the Chocolate Stout, a beer that generally disappoints. We still believe Guinness got it right and every other stout seems to portray a bitterness and sourness that we feel should be absent. This proved up to our expectations and was unremarkable and not as smooth as intended. Overall, Fort Collins Brewery was a thrill. It lived up to the tenants we presented about Funkwerks, that the simple and clear are often the best beers. The added flavors of these beers supported the characteristics of the hops and malts, instead of the other way around, and we were pleased with the changing nature of the lagers. We may just join their frequent visitors club!
Specs: 1900 Amber Lager (4.7% ABV, 27-30 IBU, 5 degrees SRM), Major Tom’s Pomegranate Wheat (5.2% ABV, 30 IBU, 5 degrees SRM), Red Banshee Red (5.3% ABV, 30 IBU, 35 degrees SRM), Rocky Mountain IPA (6.3% ABV, 80 IBU, 15 degrees SRM), Kidd Lager (5.1% ABV, 25 IBU, 35 degrees SRM), Z Lager (5.4% ABV, 40 IBU, 14 degrees SRM), Chocolate Stout (5% ABV, 33 IBU, 45 degrees SRM)
Welcome Back!
Welcome Back Friends! Or should I say, Welcome Back Land Boat!
We have, clearly, been taking a break for a few months as we figured out what to do with our lives. After staying back in Annapolis for several months, Matt and I decided to pick up and move to where our hearts had stayed – Northern Colorado. We took off with the dog on December fifth – in two separate cars, one vintage Land Boat trailer in tow. We have been staying with my uncle in Loveland again, and will do so by his generosity until the next chapter opens up.
Since arriving, we have hiked in Rocky Mountain National Park, Devil’s Backbone Open Space, Horsetooth Mountain Open Space, the Flatirons and along the bike trail past beautiful lakes many times. We participated in a beautiful Christmas celebration and taken advantage of the many local microbreweries. Matt found a job at a bronze foundary within one week of our landing, and I have many exciting opportunities in my future.
Welcome to the New Land Boat! We will continue posting Brewery and Distillery reviews as we enjoy the chance to learn more about the crafts. We will post on our hikes and adventures as we take advantage of the environment. We will (try) to keep you updated with changes and advancements in our lives as they occur. And finally, we extend an invitation for everyone to stop by as soon as we have settled into our own space as we already miss our friends and family dearly. (Seriously, move here too).
Thank you for joining our adventure!
Much love,
Matt, Annelies and Izzy
Brewery Review – Funkwerks
December 26, 2011
Fort Collins, CO
Boxing Day, a Monday off of work with family visiting, means all of Fort Collins is touring the open breweries. A trip to O’Dells got sidetracked due to over-population of the tap room and we landed at Funkwerks down the street. This is a new brewery – open less than two years – founded by two men who met at ‘brewery school’. Avid home brewers, they decided to open their public venture focusing on Saisons. Saisons are Belgian ‘farm-house ales’ – summer wheat beers with complex, fruity profiles. We ordered a Funkwerks Flight, filled with six of their regular production beers.
The Casper was described as a “light session beer”; a ‘session’ beer is one that can be drunk in concession, one after another, over several hours. This beer’s Pilsner and Saphir hops gave delicate fruity edges to a full-mouthed light beer. Not particularly note-worthy, but tasty and refreshing. As smooth as the description claimed, it was a great offer for appetizers or a night requiring less of a kick in the pants at 5% ABV. The White beer was a version of a Belgian White. The initial aroma was described as ‘orange zest and ginger combined with hints of saffron’ but came off much less appetizing, putting the first taste at a disadvantage. The 6% wheat beer was bitter and had an effervescence but the finish was less ‘tangy and dry’ and more sour and off. This was not a favorite.
The simply named Saison had a varied initial aroma that opened up to a full-tongued tanginess, ending in notes of the citrus it was so heavily infused with. The 6.8% ABV sits with a strong pepper presence allowed it to be well-paired with steak or a mightily citrus-infused dinner, but fails as an evening sipper due to its complexity. The Tropic King was an Imperial Saison – a 7.2% ABV full of New Zealand hops and the house yeast. It was full from first aroma to finish with a variety of fruit flavors. Deeper in caramel notes than the Saison, the flavored hops overcame the spicy pepper notes, thinning out the middle body of the flavor profile.
The Helter Spelter was a 7.2% amber Saison with spelt malt. The toasted characteristics were present in both the aroma and flavor, followed briefly by an apple-cider influence. A middle palette punch faded to a chewy presence and sadly disappeared. The Mon Tresor was made for the brewmaster’s wedding and we expected a full-flavored brew. This was brewed in the French Biere de Garde style using German malts and German noble hops. It did boast a sweet malty aroma that led to a partnered smoothness of flavor, sweet and thin, melting away to a forgettable and disappointing presence.
The Funkwerks flight tasted of bold attempts by these two amateur brewers overly eager to figure out a brilliant recipe. They were all pleasant to drink, but the Casper was the only brew we would consider re-ordering. The operation is small, new and impressive in its ambitions. We ordered the Crooked Flight next, a set of beers brewed by a different brewer, partnered with Funkwerks. This was a set of experimental beers using a wild yeast strain named Brettanomyces.
The Surette Crooked Stave was a ‘wood-aged farmhouse ale’ with a bright bubbly aroma and a flavor that skipped a first taste and melted into a sweet middle-body and a sour finish. Simple enough to display the wildness of the yeast and the earthiness of age. At 6.2% ABV, this would lend itself well with a side of sharp cheddar and simple crackers.
The Wild Wild Brett series is a highly experimental set of sour beers – there have been four so far. This flight carried the Yellow and the Green, the third and fourth of the series. The Yellow was “Inspired by savory sweet combinations of southern Indian cuisine”. The coriander dominated the aroma and turmeric overtook the flavor. Reminiscent of the Tropic King from earlier, the body was wide and finished sour, somewhat unassociated to the alteration of sweet honey and bitter aged influences. The play of flavor should be paired with the origins of the beer’s influence – spicy samosas, naan and even bold salsa and chips. The Green version was made using Australian Galazy hops. The write-up included a description of ‘dank tropical fruit hop characteristics’, intriguing our sense of variety. The strong aroma was peaty, hoppy and enticing and the flavor tasted almost purely of distilled hops – not so bitter as to taste sour but with caramel overtones and a shining full body. The only beer there pulling an immediate liking from both of us. I found thyme, butter and grapefruit flavors but Matt had a more difficult time identifying them in the 7.0% beer.
We have found that the simpler the profile, the more appealing the beer. In an attempt to break new ground it seems as if Funkwerks is trying every spice in the kitchen. Instead of adding interest to the flavors however, the flavor itself is lost in a bombardment of notes and profiles. This last experimental flight can be excused for its complexity but was somehow simpler than the Funkwerks flight, proof of the different brewer’s different approach to flavor. By letting the natural hops flavor dominate, the not-so-sour beers in the Crooked flight were interesting but not overwhelming. We recommend Funkwerks follow in the footsteps of their partner and focus more on creating a stellar and simple saison with variants on the original, instead of a crop of highly diverse and intensely flavored versions. With the knowledge that great beer speaks for itself, but a spice rack belongs in the kitchen, we believe Funkwerks will find its foundation squarely in the plethora of micro-brews in Colorado.
Brewery Review – Oskar Blues
We arrived at the outwardly demure facility during the Bluegrass Brunch, which made us feel more at home than any Sunday Brunch in Annapolis. Our order consisted of a tasting flight, sides of macaroni & cheese and sweet potato fries. As the train whistled by, our water arrived in ball jars – immediately stealing our hearts and quelling the altitude headaches left over from our hike up the flatirons.
The first beer in the flight was “Mama’s Little Yellow Pils”, a light pilsner with a buttery mouth feel hitting just back of the middle of your palette. This beer rang in at 5.3% and boasts notes of coriander, lime peel and a bitter finish, leaving us questioning our taste for it. The “Deviant Dale’s IPA” came next at 8% APV, a full-mouthed, extra-hoppy version of the popular Dale’s Pale IPA. The middle-mouthed bitterness faded to a sweetness on the back of the tongue. As avid hop-heads, we loved it.
The flavor palette of the “Red Eye Rye” finished with a surprise, as the 7% caramel colored rye was a bit thin bodied. Watery to start, it ended with a lemony finish that quickly faded. Good to pare with a heavy pasta, or spicy chicken wings to lighten up the bold flavors, it was a relatively demure beer. The “Smiddy Stout” had a creamy, sweet front that faded to a light and spicy finish, with loud chocolate malts. We had asked for the nitro version, which would have opened up the nutty and bright flavors even more. Slightly reminiscent of an old favorite – the Oyster Stout from Fordham Brewery – this was a light bodied stout at 5.2% ABV, good for early in the evening.
I was excited to try the “Velvet Elvis”, our last beer of the flight. It was basically a brighter version of the Smiddy. The chocolate malts were quieter and the tangy forenotes took center stage. The Elvis does have more of a presence in your mouth but could benefit from a rich, creamy head to cut the bite of the early sips. The Elvis claims a 6.9% ABV. We were exhausted at this point of our brewery visit and we decided that the mac & cheese was disappointing and unnecessarily oily, but the sweet potato fries were just the right amount of delicious. If it had not been midway through the afternoon, we would have tried a delicious sounding burger, or any of the cajun-inspired dishes on the menu.
We wish the location was a smaller facility in order to increase the local feel and decrease the ambient noise, but the brewery exercises its musical devotion in actuality and not just in decoration. Any smaller sized pub would reduce the value as a musical venue and for that, along with the generally impressive brews, we were grateful.
Photo Post – Jonhnies Winning!
Arizona Reflection
03/04/2011
The tumbleweeds lay in piles, caught up in each other along the guard fences all across the highways of Arizona and Western Texas. In four foot tall tangles of sharp barb and dried limb they are culled in particular spaces over others – mountain ranges of dead weeds – as if to mimic the landscape of the northern country.
The mountains in the Mohave bleed at sunset. Their wrinkles shine crimson with the lowering sun and the distant giants, further in shadow, loom and forecast the dark cold night. The towns through this part of the country are empty. Some are comprised of a few empty wooden shacks abandoned when the railway changed directions. Another is a ghost town of trailers laying in piles of wreckage from sixty years of vagrancy. There is too much space for us pack animals to thrive, we are chased away by the monsters that live inside of us. The canyons of the painted desert, Hopi and Navajo land, lay in stripes of gleaming frosted greens, gray dirt so mineral rich it is actually purple, browns and yellows and specks of flint. This land is open and labyrinthine with enough dust to turn an ocean into paste. An here too people lose their spirits to shadows growing on the walls of hills and in the cave recesses of cliffs, there is everywhere to hide and no real reason to be brave.
However, the Hopi lands left me dreaming in color and in future tense. I usually remember my dreams and they are usually related to my previous day. The Indian lands gave me spirit dreams of previous generations, of my future life. Since the colored hills our puppy is sleeping through the night, communicating as if she has a human voice. We are finally sleeping, regaining our pleasure and joy in each other and in the landscapes and in the passing towns, whose own spirit is dwindling. The southwestern roads are paved clear and through but littered on the sidelines not only with tumbleweeds but with the discarded promises of a Friday night, the forgotten intentions of a well-meaning but yet too young father. With so much space – a prize we have forgotten to value in our nation’s advancing adolescence – there is less and less reason for responsibility.
Joshua Tree Reflection
2/27/2011
The light in our camper is eery from our one lantern sending shadows across the wall. These flickers are joined by the dwindling sun, the curious stars and a few flashlights in the distance of the great desert we are camped on.
At sunset in Joshua Tree the campers find high ground, popping up on top of the rock ridges to view the sunset, groundhogs seeking their shadow. The park itself is so massive you can barely tell people are visiting, a wilderness expanse of desert dust freckled with growths of alien fingered trees and rocks, bigger rocks and mountains. I am seeking silence outside after leaving the lights and sirens and sounds of Los Angeles, a city always at work. But even here in the camp ground I cannot find the Alone – giant campers shaped like army trucks, reveling retirees, the sounds of the propane-fueled heat in our own trailer, all shove the quiet away as if it instead intruding on the natural state of Recreation. Where does one flee to find safety for their creativity?
The desert makes its presence known not just with sand and the dry but with a change in color palette, a desolation of structure and an alien presence of vastness that finds its way into all existing there as if it was the water that is craved. Subtle changes in tone provide an almost endless array of hues for the observer and even throughout the day the colors change as the sun moves over head. There is a short joy in the colors, and a humor in the shapes of the cacti, the long-fingered trees, the brush plants. This is an absurd place of practicality and urgency, desperate emotions smothered by brutal size – the sharp hand that slaps those of us escaping.
A visitor to the desert cannot help but look inward – as William Least Heat Moon writes in his book “Blue Highways” – for the savagery of the place forces you into the safety of what you know best, yourself. There is no emptiness in the desert for it is packed with life lying low until you leave, reservoirs and reserves of activity expressed in the quick attack instead of the long hunt. This is why it is not naturally a place for people – there is no room here for the brooding and doleful. There is only space enough for resolve and patience. How strange it is that this fullness is what we turn to when we feel too full of ourselves, we go searching for the perspective, perhaps, that only being unwelcome can extrude.

































