Citraddiction
| ABV: 4.4% | IBU: 25 | SERVING TEMP: 3-5°C |
| INGREDIENTS: Water, Malted barley, Oats, Wheat, Hops, Yeast | ||
| STYLE: New England-Style XPA | ||
| GLASSWARE: GLB Crown Viking | ||
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Here and There
Pale golden pour with a thick white head. Really bright and juicy tropical citrus nose. Lemon and orange and some nice tropical fruit. Lean malt base and a little crackery lean malt. Firm bitterness and quite fruity. Solidly quaffable.
Fish tacos, oysters, brie cheese, and spicy ramen.
It started out innocently enough – a friend gave me a beer hopped with Citra.
My life changed.
I began to seek out other hoppy beers. I came to appreciate the grapefruit and mango that Citra brought to my palate. Suddenly, I looked for complexity over simplicity, taste over the lack thereof. I felt smarter, stronger. I bought a cape and stopped buying processed cheese.
But things changed when I realized I couldn’t drink the beer at the sports bar with the crew after softball. They started calling me hurtful names like “beer snob” and “Mr. Fancy.”
What would I drink at weddings? Baseball games? Or even a visit to the old man’s place? And WTF was I going to do with all my frozen beer mugs?
My wife left. My dog ran away.
My name is Cyril (AKA, Captain Alpha) and I’m now addicted to Citra.
Pale golden pour with a thick white head. Really bright and juicy tropical citrus nose. Lemon and orange and some nice tropical fruit. Lean malt base and a little crackery lean malt. Firm bitterness and quite fruity. Solidly quaffable.
Fish tacos, oysters, brie cheese, and spicy ramen.
It started out innocently enough – a friend gave me a beer hopped with Citra.
My life changed.
I began to seek out other hoppy beers. I came to appreciate the grapefruit and mango that Citra brought to my palate. Suddenly, I looked for complexity over simplicity, taste over the lack thereof. I felt smarter, stronger. I bought a cape and stopped buying processed cheese.
But things changed when I realized I couldn’t drink the beer at the sports bar with the crew after softball. They started calling me hurtful names like “beer snob” and “Mr. Fancy.”
What would I drink at weddings? Baseball games? Or even a visit to the old man’s place? And WTF was I going to do with all my frozen beer mugs?
My wife left. My dog ran away.
My name is Cyril (AKA, Captain Alpha) and I’m now addicted to Citra.
