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    RYE APOCOLYPSE Laughing Dog Rocket Dog Rye IPA Cascade RyePA Torrents of bleeding mascara blacken the inner thighs of the city’s roadways as Halloween denizens and skanks roam the cloudbursted avenues in search of darker, drier air. Whether you’ve been a sexy pumpkin or a pervy French mime, there’s a “place” you can go to dry off. The Land of Rye.  All things hoppy in yer brain can be shed momentarily. We’ll return there momentarily.  The tannic grindstone of flavor you’ll soon be sampling (true) is the grain of rye. Straight outta Iowa or Nebraska like a beery field of dreams. We are so often negligent with the ugly cousin of malt and barley. This cousin is much older and always brings a dusty, earthen cough to the party. Just give it another cool glass of V8 to cover that hack. That’s Cascade’s approach. Or perhaps a funky aromatic nose-bath of hops? Codify the rods of rye into mere stirring sticks and whisk the leftover IPA you’ve gathered in yer cooler. Or wash yer lonely spritzer bottle into the dry hopping bag and wait for the magic. Chuckles the Pooch and his brew crew choose this. There’s nothing robust about Rye’s but the arid feeling in yer maw after the Cascade might leave the unaccustomed bewildered. In the interests of time and quantity guzzle every last drop of LD’s liquid perfection

    RYE APOCOLYPSE

    Laughing Dog Rocket Dog Rye IPA

    Cascade RyePA

    Torrents of bleeding mascara blacken the inner thighs of the city’s roadways as Halloween denizens and skanks roam the cloudbursted avenues in search of darker, drier air. Whether you’ve been a sexy pumpkin or a pervy French mime, there’s a “place” you can go to dry off. The Land of Rye. 

    All things hoppy in yer brain can be shed momentarily. We’ll return there momentarily.  The tannic grindstone of flavor you’ll soon be sampling (true) is the grain of rye. Straight outta Iowa or Nebraska like a beery field of dreams. We are so often negligent with the ugly cousin of malt and barley. This cousin is much older and always brings a dusty, earthen cough to the party. Just give it another cool glass of V8 to cover that hack. That’s Cascade’s approach.

    Or perhaps a funky aromatic nose-bath of hops? Codify the rods of rye into mere stirring sticks and whisk the leftover IPA you’ve gathered in yer cooler. Or wash yer lonely spritzer bottle into the dry hopping bag and wait for the magic. Chuckles the Pooch and his brew crew choose this.

    There’s nothing robust about Rye’s but the arid feeling in yer maw after the Cascade might leave the unaccustomed bewildered. In the interests of time and quantity guzzle every last drop of LD’s liquid perfection

    • 1 year ago