New favorite IPA for Winter and coldness, people!
Name: Rumble Oak-Aged IPA
Origin: Great Divide Brewing Co., Denver, CO
Style: American IPA
IBU: not listed
I drank this: on tap at Angler’s, Lawrence, KS
Holy carp. This stuff is amazing. Like, AMAZING. It may be my new BFF/beer of choice to deal with the concept of a Brownback-controlled Kansas, as though this state weren’t already insane enough. (Note: as of the writing of this post, it’s only 1:30 and Brownback hasn’t been elected yet. But I have precious little hope the outcome will be anything other than his election as our governor. BWERGL, people.)
So what is this beer what has the power to soothe the lost progressive’s wounded soul?
The Rumble is a bright amber, slightly cloudy ale with medium carbonation and a light foamy head that dissipates in about five minutes. It smells like floral hoppy notes – almost jasmine – as a bunch of lovely malts and oaky-vanilla smells. This is another “please make this beer a perfume” scent in my world.
It has a fantastic thick and rich malty body, oaky and rich with hints of caramel and biscuit and woodsy-sweet oak. But. Unlike some oak-aged IPAs where the oak kills the brightness of the hops, the hops are still bright and aggressive in this beer. These hops are all bright yellow summer flowers and citrus rind and glorious and happy. The aftertaste is all hop bitterness, but in a happy way.
Seriously, people, this stuff is lovely as bloody hell. It’s the perfect IPA for the really cold and nasty parts of winter – just enough oak and malt to be nice and warming, but enough hops to remind you that it won’t be cold all year. It’s rich and complex and difficult to break down into different parts. Just have one and let it overwhelm you for a while. It’s amazing.
As an aside – I had this with crab dip and then with mussels and duck fat fries. It was awesome with both. I suspect it would work really well with a vanilla-heavy dessert as well.
Enjoy if you can find any – I may make it a personal mission to find several dozen cases of this so’s I don’t run out.