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Back in 2014 we wanted to sprinkle in a new IPA we had been discussing for a while. It was just a fifteen-barrel batch and for the most part it was kept here in the comforts of our taproom. What we kicked out was Pain Cave, one of our fastest moving and most highly sought-after beers of 2014. When scheduling came around we decided to invest more tank time in its success. We decided to make six batches in total and offer in both draft and bomber format.
In 1886 the people of France gifted the USA a copper statue of mammoth proportions. Now, the French may have a reputation for being the camembert to America’s hard and sharp cheddar, but when they are brainstorming what to share with their brothers in arms they go big. Statue-of-Liberty big. It’s the same ‘round here.
In 2014 we released Foux Du Fafa for the first time to celebrate our second anniversary. We blinked and saw our wares disappear faster than you could say “au revoir mon amour.”
Now, like a good, steamy french kiss, it’s back as big, as wet, and as unforgettable as ever. Imperial Farmhouse IPA means as many things as you would think. Huge tropical fruit hop aroma jumps out immediately, followed by an earthy, peppery farmhouse yeast profile that wouldn’t be out of place in your favorite sessionable saison. It’s that funky farmhouse yeast that leaves this beer super dry but jam packed with layers of bitterness, tangy citrus (un peu de pamplemousse?) and tropical fruit (ananas!) hop flavor, with a powerfully fresh aroma thanks to some sturdy dry-hopping with Amarillo, Citra and Centennial. Sound good? Oui? Faisons l'amour! Rapidement! Santé!
On Saturday your job is to have a good time. Make new friends, enjoy the beer, and destroy your older brother with a giant Q-Tip. Last year went swell, so again please keep our neighbors and the City of Naperville in mind when you're deciding how hard to party or how to party hard. We would like to continue to do this each year and just like Oath Day Two we need your help keeping things within the boundaries of such things as the law and good taste to continue to have this opportunity. In short, don't be an asshole.
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.
Long lost wood-aged wonders, never-before-seen Intelligentsia collaborations, hoppy beers for days, and more will be featured across the six beer stations we’ll have for Oath Day. A DJ spinning 80s vinyl, an arcade, a photo booth, some sweet vans, a mobile (and tented) halfpipe, American Gladiator-style jousting, custom motorcycles (weather permitting), and what we assume are your best friends. We'll have more on the available and upcoming Oath Day merch and special items this week. It's going to be awesome.
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...