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Exhibit A: Oath Day Four. If you were a love child of flower children, you remember hanging out with your cousins in Uncle Gary's sweet basement in the '70s. If not, this is your lucky day. We'll keep the beer flowing, lines non-existent, and sweet sounds of funk, soul, proto-punk, outlaw country, and Zeppelin piped into your eardrums. Two sessions, promiscuous approach to doors, coffee beers, barrel-aged beers, and great food. We'll supply plenty of company if you can't wrangle any friends to come with you.
When Solemn Oath was still in planning, we read Patrick Rue's blog about his efforts to open The Bruery, learning some important lessons through his experience. Since then, we've enjoyed many of his beers as much as watching The Bruery's rise as an important American brewery known for one-of-a-kind beers with delicate, complex flavor profiles rooted in the Belgian tradition. To collaborate with Patrick on a beer is an important moment for Solemn Oath, one that we'd like to take in for a moment with you.
Here's a Q&A with Patrick and our Head Brewer Tim Marshall. Details on release day are coming shortly, so check back soon.
We've put this beer on tap before and kept it off menu just so it would stick around longer, hoping we could squeeze a few more shift beers out before you drank it all. We squirrel some away every year in the creepy crawl space below our brewery alongside live hostages from who we're contractually bound by our landlord not to disturb until Jean Claude Van Damme arrives. Point is, the brewing team at Solemn Oath loves this beer.
Up front, Hexafoos is full of earthy, peppery, and stone fruit aroma from our French saison yeast strain and pineapple-like tropical fruit notes from a blend of Galaxy and American hops. The flavor is citrus-forward with a smack of ripe peach in the mid-palate and a dry, fruity finish with moderate bitterness and effervescent carbonation.
We usually use Chinook in conjunction with a citrusy, currant-ish, or tropical fruit-leaning hop like Cascade, Amarillo, or Galaxy to give the overall hop profile the Americanity we're shooting for, but 'nook is flying solo in this batch. Going lone 'nook. It's a one 'nook rodeo. Rolling 'nook deep. American denim, five pockets, one 'nook. Ya dig? (Ed. Note: That's a lot of puns). We used three different sources of Chinook to develop a degree of hop complexity while staying true to the single-hop agenda. The result is a pale ale that won't grab you with fruity tendrils and shake you, but one that will scrub your tastebuds with spruce sap until you see Sasquatch.
I know, I know. Hear it all the time. What else would you expect from us? We don't always drink brown ales, but when we do, it usually just makes us want a porter. That's why we amplified the Americanity--because when we want porter we want porter and when we want brown ale how about we get smacked in the face with hop aroma? Right? The hop schedule is like a slightly sedated Kidnapped by Vikings, but the malt bill gets packed with dark crystal, dark Munich, chocolate malt, and oats for a supple body and velvety, round mouthfeel. Well-toasted bread crust and bittersweet chocolate match up with grapefruit, orange rind, and pine sap for a very different brownsperience. Just don't call it a brown IPA. Unless you only drink IPAs--oh wait...
Psychogaze is packed with roast, toffee, and chocolate aromas with a nice big smack of earthy spice and candied citrus up front--not your standard porter fare, but damn it's good. The malt bill is stacked with dark Munich and crystal for toast and caramel sweetness, chocolate and black malt for a roasty underbelly, and oats and flaked barley for a supple, complex texture and sturdy body. And just in time for the extradition of Robert Durst, the grand swami of flat affect! Seriously, have you watched "The Jinx?" Dude describes his real-life recollection of dismembering a body with the demeanor you would expect from your neighbor relaying his mild annoyance at the corner store bread collection. Holy shudder.