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have you ever wanted to kiss someone so badly that it hurts your skin?
Take a deep breath and realize how completely insane it is that you’re alive.
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm.
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Three Floyds “Permanent Funeral”
Permanent Funeral is a limited-release imperial IPA with sporadic rotation at least once per year. Aromas center around citrus fruit in a fresh display of grapefruit pith, orange zest, and lemon juice. Minor suggestions of tropical fruit are held over mint, grass, and green onion. Malts provide hints of caramel which heighten the fruity appeal.
The palate begins as sweet malts emerge with a bit more caramelized sugar than required for standard support. Hops are quick to emphasize tropical fruit in a character reminiscent of dried pineapple and passion fruit. Semi-sour, citric highlights rise from the rear like orange marmalade, followed by grapefruit peel. Malts continue to rise parallel to hops, finally clashing with an herbal body flavored like grass. Bitterness digs deep, closing in a climax of spice with juicy appeal. Pine-like resins cling at the foot of the palate, departing rather abruptly with modest sustain, managing to avert palate destroyer status. The mouthfeel is smooth, slightly sticky, yet not aggressively resinous. Where this begins wet, I find it ends equally as dry. Carbonation is perfect for the style. Alcohol is deceptively concealed, revealed by hints of vinegar.
This is an engaging, dynamic double with supreme balance. It tastes like a bigger elaboration on Dreadnaught, which I also rate highly. Hop flavors are fairly wide-sweeping, but tend to focus most on the citric and fruity end of the spectrum. Almost equal attention is given to herb, pine, and spice on the back-end. Permanent Funeral doesn’t have the drinkability factor found from the likes of Heady Topper or Pliny the Elder, but the flavor factor is off the charts compared to these two. As far as the style goes, this a real winner! I highly recommend it to all you hop heads.
I’ll be your Emmylou, I’ll be your June too, if you’ll be my Graham, and my Johnny too.
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.
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