This one poured yellow. Kriddy said, "It looks like pee"... man, it seems pee is one of the descriptors for beer color.
It was a little thin, but creamy (due to the bubbles). It felt more acidic than carbonated. The acid really scrubbed the last remnants of buffalo wings off my tongue. It tasted a little like lemonade or orange juice. It was a huge citrus blast. The was none of the banana that I smelled, it was all citrus, almost like a melted sherbet. I didn't notice any hops in the flavor, or any alcohol. There was a slight malt presence, but it was pretty much all flavor from the yeast and any other spice additions. As it warmed, it almost had a feel of pineapple juice.
This was a pretty good beer. It'd probably go great with a salad that has tangerine slices in it. It'd also go well with a jello that has bits of fruit suspended in it, especially if there's some pineapple in there.
I picked this one up at Bruisin-Ales in Asheville. It came out of the monk that Kriddy was standing under. So, to find this beer, you go in, turn left and open the monk, and there it is.
Witkap Pater, means Father White Hat. It's an abbey ale (brewed by monks; but not Trappist) apparently by monks that wear white hoods.
Lovelovelove this beer. Don't know why, exactly. One of my desert island picks. The world needs more singels, especially ones made by Santa.
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