Some Vague Reassurances Everything’s Going to be Alright IPA
Kent Falls Brewing
16 oz, $8, 6.2% ABV, At the Corner in Litchfield
Most people would apologize for the terrible quality of the photo if they had the gumption to publish a photo so dark. I’m not most people. Deal with it.
Most breweries wouldn’t name a beer “Some Vague Reassurances Everything’s Going to be Alright.” Kent Falls is not most breweries. Deal with it.
After all, this is the same brewery with a (fantastic) gose named “Walking Away In Slow Motion As the Car Explodes Behind You.”
I’d suggest enjoying Walking Away In Slow Motion As the Car Explodes Behind You and/or Some Vague Reassurances Everything’s Going to be Alright up at the southern shore of Lake Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaug in the extreme northeast corner of Connecticut. (Otherwise known as Massachusetts, but who’s quibbling. (I didn’t when I visited.)
The Some Vague Reassurances Everything’s Going to be Alright IPA was the 13th Kent Falls beer I’ve had the pleasure of enjoying. In case you suffer from Triskaidekaphobia, I can assure you that there’s no reason to be afraid of the 13th of anything.
To ascribe anything “evil” to the number 13 is just a bunch of floccinaucinihilipilification if you ask me. And just because Kent Falls (apparently) enjoys long names of beers, this isn’t some sort of antidisestablishmentarianism ethos. No, there’s a whole story behind the naming of Some Vague Reassurances Everything’s Going to be Alright.
So put on some And You Will Know Us By The Trail of the Dead and check out the story from the boys in Kent themselves.
Did you read it all? Good. This bit got to me:
We’ve had interest in this particular hop (oooooh mysteries!) for a long time and finally found enough to brew a single-hop IPA with it. And we love the results! The big alpha acid and oils in the hop produce bright stone fruit and woody floral aromas with a tropical, watermelon and light resin flavor to round it out.
It’s not Huell Melon (pedestrian guess) and it’s not Cashmere (beer geek guess) – and I have no idea what the hop is. Nor do I really care… I only care that the beer is good.
And it is. The beer poured as murky as my murky photo shows, but it wasn’t sticky or even all that “dank.” As with every Kent Falls IPA, it was crisp and bright and clean.
And delicious. You could have told me it was a 3% pale and I’d believe you – rather than the 6%+ IPA that it is. It isn’t as “clean” as some of the other IPA’s from the brewery, as that resin they mentioned is more assertive than I expected.
(My expectation was merely based on the other IPA’s from the brewery – this doesn’t mean it was “bad” by any means.)
I love what Kent Falls has done in their first year – across the board. Seek them out whenever you can. Now leave me alone to get back to my book:
The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner-
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Overall Rating: A
Rating vs. Similar style: A