Sierra Nevada’s Harvest Wet Hop Ale is to be enjoyed whilst drowning in the dreary downpour of an intense autumnal low pressure system. This wet hop splashes its greeny green freshness through gigantic droplets to yer mouth even after it’s been poured over 3 mountain ranges. Fitting it should remind you of that first range first.
The Cascades! Photos of yer bestest best friends and their man’s best friend tip-toeing the Pacific Crest Trail could be improved only with a bottle of the Harvest. And perhaps yer shaggy-ass hophead. But let’s not cloud these sun-soaked landscapes. These hops remind you of yer own days, doused under Dickerman’s trees above the Mountain Loop Highway. Yer days, drenched while the tiny avalanches crash down to the doug firs on Lake 22. And yer nights, soaked and trudging the city on 16th and Densmore and Roy and Sunnyside. And yer nights, sopping wet on that damned field on the north side of the Sammamish where you busted yer finger, yer knee, and yer spirit. They’re still yer places. They still know yer steps.
So drink with these memories the Harvest when yer in the east on the nights that it rains like it does in the west. The Harvest is as close as you’ll be here to the Pacific’s High Tide.
-The Admiral
- 1 year ago
