Wildflower 🌼🍯

A beer that feels like a memory while you’re still holding the glass. Brewed as a Bière de Miel, layered with barrel-aged saison, wildflower honey, yarrow, desert sage, mugwort, and geranium—each note a fleeting season, each sip a quiet goodbye.

Hildegard called it a celebration of friendship, botanicals, and time. But now, it’s something more: a ghost beer. A final expression that won’t return, from a brewery that now lives only in the echoes of what it created.

Some things aren’t meant to last forever—and maybe that’s what makes them matter.

Our tasting experience:
Out of the bottle, Wildflowers appears light gold with a strong clarity. Resting on top is a shaving cream-wite head. Receding, there remain some constellations of lacing.
Swirling and sniffing, we recover notes of black peppery spice, woodiness, some camphor, rose, sage and hibiscus, along with that familiar yeasty funk that a wild bacteria can muster.
Sipping, we recover a wonderful doughy bread character, sage, black peppercorn, grape tartness, and some herbaceous-ness. Overall, Wildflowers has a medium to strong note, alcoholic warmth, and a lingering tartness.

Grateful to Bottleworks for the moment, and to Hildegard, Ferments, and Botanicals for the beauty they left behind. 🥀
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Public Lands Pale Ale drinks like a trail-side myth in a glass.
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Public Lands Pale Ale reveals itself like a half-remembered myth whispered by trail-worn travelers around a dying campfire. It is a draught pulled from the liminal space between forest and sky, a beverage that seems to bear the imprint of wind-carved stone and sun-cured soil.

On draft, Public Lands produces a spirited amount of head on a pool that is clear and dark gold to amber. Receding, there remains an antique curtain of lacing inside the glass.

Swirling and sniffing, we recover notes of roasted grains, resiny earth, caramel, and some floral.
A single inhalation becomes a tiny pilgrimage: roasted grains echoing the char of old campfires, earth resiny as if exhaled by pine trunks at dusk, a thread of caramel warmth curling through, and a floral ghost that drifts by like a petal caught on an updraft.

Sipping, we pick up notes of caramel, roasted grains or a bit of nuttiness, a bit of earthen bitterness, and a hint of pine. Overall Public Lands has a mild to medium mouthfeel on the palate, some alcoholic warmth, and a lingering bitterness that is complimented with some caramel sweetness.
The first taste is a dialogue between land and ember—caramel’s dusk-gold comfort against roasted grains’ sturdy murmur. A fleeting nuttiness sidesteps into an earthen bitterness, the kind that invites reflection rather than recoil, and a piney accent glimmers at the finish like the final green glint on a hillside. Mild to medium in body, it warms the chest the way a wool blanket warms the knees, leaving behind a persistent bitterness braided elegantly with caramel’s mellowed glow.

In sum, Public Lands Pale Ale drinks like a small, sacred geography—an ale that carries the echo of open spaces, the hush of old forests, and the promise of the trail ahead.
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