Scent Of Havoc, notes from the Rogue.

"The serene brutality of the ocean. The electric power felt with each breath of wet, briny air." -H. Black
Dropping in for dinner. Last day of August, 2017. Holidays- OCMD.

"Cry havoc, and let slip the

Dogs of War!"  -General Chang 

 July marked the beginning of 'Cane season. But, it's this time of year that the atmosphere really begins to churn in the southern Atlantic. Last week. I could smell it in the air. That briny scent of havoc that comes when a system brushes the East Coast. Tropical Cyclone 10.

Think it was a cross between a tropical storm and a depression. As it passed it just seemed to break apart. Humid enough as the 76 degree temps felt more like 86. Resembled more of a nor'easter. Those big, bruising, backsides I love so much. Waves about chest or so. Little ripply along the face. Water in the low to mid seventies. Started down the face a steep fast left before eating lunch. Or, dinner as it were. Not much more after that as the sun set down leaving me to walk back a few blocks (several times) under a deep purple and orange-pink sky.

    The Pines has more than it's share of rental properties. Been watchin' em cycle in and out all season. Different peoples each week. Riding bikes. Walking dogs. Been thinning out lately. Summer coming to an end. Owners coming in to do repairs; spend their time on the water. Makes this beer perfect. Summer Rental. A Radler brewed in the German cyclist tradition. Flying Dog Brewery put together a nice combo of sweet and tart. Easy drinkin' (4.5 ABV) light Lager steeped with grapefruit and passionfruit provided a light aroma of citrus with just enough hops to finish dry, crisp, and refreshing. Clear, pale yellow pour with a thin half-finger head. Light lace. Pretty simple offering at 10 IBUs. Mixable (Gin/Vodka) is always good. Rated a B.