Profiled by Maria Devan for PGA
OK you guys! You have all heard me rave about Troegs. Heard me say how their beers are seamless, intricate and as delicate as a hand tatted piece of lace. Well this is a monster of a beer! This beer here seems to me to show Troegs as the skillful brewers they are.
They have created a west coast style mouthfeel that you cannot imagine. This is a 6.2 % beer that drinks like a session IPA. EXCEPT for the flavor of it which has the bit of alcohol in it. I think it’s tongue in cheek and is brilliant. Grapefruit with it’s inherent sweetness light even amidst all it’s pith and peel.
The biscuit malt dry, flaky and sweet without honey. There is a mysterious tropical fruit in this that at first seems 
to be the honey I am looking for, but then is really a light tropical fruit I cannot name. Light spice to finish this one with the perfect bitter. I remember talking about how a bitter in an IPA should come from underneath the beer and not ride roughshod over the entire flavor profile. That is what this one does. Now that’s BOLD brewing that speaks to what is possible and to what people seem to be clamoring for.
OH! I am in love. I only bought one and I have to admit I like it better than perpetual IPA which is more sugary than this one. This one is the tantalizing grapefruit and not 5 other things, light as an angel food cake.
4.5
Welcome to the PGA beer rating system: one beer “Don’t bother.” Two: Eh, if someone gives it to you, drink. Three: very good, go ahead and seek it out, but be aware there is at least one problem. Four: seek it out. Five: pretty much “perfecto.”
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Maria Devan lives in Ithaca, NY and is frequent reviewer of beer and a beer lover deluxe.
Pours the color of burnt caramel with a frothy head of khaki foam that’s creamy and lays itself on top of the beer. When the glass is not too full you can see cola colored hues and honey golds. Lace is shimmering like sea foam in the bright moonlight.
I could be admitting to a high crime for my community here. The punishment: my property could be confiscated. In our deeds here at Beaver River there’s a phrase that states anyone caught brewing or distilling can have their property taken away. I asked Scott Thompson: a member of a five generation Beaver River family, and fellow wise… guy, about that and we agreed it was probably put in the deeds by his grandfather, or great grandfather during Prohibition.
We have green apples growing here in Beaver River. Not sure what type they are: they’re not really “green,†or “crab,†since they turn somewhat red in spots when completely ripe. The tree across the tracks has apples that turn totally red. I suspect they are of a different variety.
It has been well said and oft repeated that “necessity is the mother of invention”. It may also be fairly postulated that “laziness is the mother of discovery”. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy brew day: the pre-game putting together of the grain bill and the coming together of a plan; the soothing smells of grains mashing and wort boiling, the feel-good mojo of creating an enjoyable end product from scratch. But at another level, I don’t wish the brew day experience to be any more time-consuming or difficult (not to mention expensive) than needs be. 
Pours a rich and dark. If it’s not completely black it may as well be because there are no hues and no edges. A thick creamy head of mocha colored foam graces the beer and lasts. leaves lace and plenty of bubbles to linger on top.
Pours a fiery copper orange. This beer is aglow with light and with radiance. A fat tan head of foam fell well and left a ring and some spots of lace to look at. Inside the glass it is as serene as a perfect pane of colored glass.
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