If a brewery has the audacity to have an “experimental series” release, you can be damn sure I want it. I have no idea why – maybe they are experimenting with the relatively simple advertising strategies that appeal to craft beer fans. And it works. But also having the word “session” in the title can get my attention too as I’m often looking for a ranch beer that won’t knock me off my tractor. So this gem from 4 Mile Brewing got packed along for our Thanksgiving trip.
It’s a hoppy little number and the IBU comes in at 50, which feels like a nice number. Half of 100. On a scale none of us really understand (because it doesn’t factor in other flavour elements that can add to bitterness, for instance). But none of that matters when it’s all about me and my beer in the Cariboo. And me being the first to drink a specific beer – this specific beer, in the Cariboo, if I didn’t say that already.
Although our wild hops that grows around the old outhouse was all dried on the vine by Thanksgiving, I find it remarkably satisfying to look at it with a pint in hand and dreaming of the day I’ll open Outhouse Brewing (photo below is from this Summer). But until then, It’s me bringing great beer on my Cariboo excursions made by great brewers.
While I wouldn’t walk 500 miles for any beer, I would stroll to one of my beer caches and collect something that’s never alighted in the Cariboo before. This particular beer, 4 mile Brewing‘s Cactus Grapefruit IPA has the unusual additive of cactus, which seems rather thematically related to the dry Cariboo region. It also has grapefruit in it, which isn’t at all a Cariboo thing. Like many of craft beers that I bring with me on my trips, this one is an India Pale Ale (IPA).
Flavour-wise I could not discern cactus to save my life. Likely because I have no idea what cactus juice tastes like. Also probably because the grapefruit is pretty potent (no idea how much of that is influenced by the hops). But on a warm night in British Columbia’s gold rush region, where you could not find a bottle of this beer anywhere to save your life, I was smugly sitting there and decanting this brew into my glass. Smug not just because most other beer in the region wears the moniker “America” on it’s can, moreso because not one person has got to enjoy this beverage before in the Cariboo. It’s amazing how context can affect taste, and in this instance I liked it that much more because I am the first person to ever drink this beer in the whole region.
This is blog post #4 and It’s amazing how I never tire of proclaiming to be the first person to drink a specific beer in the Cariboo. And not one person yet has written/tweeted/phoned to contradict my claims, meaning that I’m surely right and the proof is online. Thanks for enjoying pictures of my craft beer conquests in my favourite place.