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| Bitter seduction calling- could feel the pull. The rare semi-clean roller in Idalia's Nor'east swirl. 48th Street break, 8/31/2023. |
Packed the Explorer. The 7'4" Shell. Rubber top - maybe. Water in the low-70s. Trunkin' it. Drive up to the break on 48th. And there it was. Even though she had reduced from a Cat 4 Hurricane to a tropical storm, Idalia's scorn could still be seen in the empty lineup.The 10th storm of the season Third hurricane. Sloppy, sectioned swell with the occasion siren's point break. Would've listened in my younger days. But... A voice in the back of my head. Or was it just behind me. Sounding vaguely familiar. Almost like... my wife. "Breaking on the beach. No one out. Belly Busters. Tuna tacos and wraps." Another call. More alluring than the break. 2 blocks away. Done! Warming crab soup. Tuna wrap. Local beer.
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Okay. So I didn't follow-up with a lighter beer. Actually got heavier. Go big. Stay home. Baltimore's Pariah Brewing Company. Char. An American Strong Ale. Rye Whiskey burnt barrel-aged brew. 8 years. Big 12.7% hitter. Tons of roasted malts and hops. Notes of cherry, burnt oak, stone fruit, caramel coconut, and heavy rye whiskey-alcohol. Flavors of vanilla, caramel-toffee, and a 60 IBU resinous finish. Tinged with an oaky-whiskey-boozy backbone. Not the best to prop yourself up on. But, plenty enjoyable if you wanna feel the swell of the ocean without gettin' outta your seat. Dark, murky-brown pour, with a thin, beige head. A definite sipper. Very enjoyable. We had an upper sixties night. Felt warmer on this. An "A" rater.
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| "We don't trust camels, or anything that can go a week without a drink." -Anon. |
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