Goose Island 312 Urban Wheat AleType of beer: Wheat Ale
Container Type: 355 mL bottle
Alcohol by volume: 4.20%
Country of origin: United States
Rating: 79% (see below)
Number of times I've had this beer: 1st
Cost: $1.25
Tasted on: 10/24/09
Colours of label: Yellow/Black/Orange
Drank From: Glass
Label Reads: "Serve 312 in a tall glass".
website: www.gooseisland.com
Best for: Revelations. Or Leviticus.
Ratings:
Taste: 15/20
Flavour: 16/20
Buy again: 16/20
Aroma: 8/10
Satisfaction: 7/10
Complexity: 8/10
Intangible: 9/10
Handwritten notes: Here it is, a gloomy fall day and I'm drinking a wheat beer. However, it's a very good wheat beer. A tenor-like lemony taste with the reserved taste of American hops (very reserved) playing perfect alto in the symphony of flavour. Narrative from a balcony: The trees stand bare under grey skies. A nervous homeowner furiously rakes leaves into piles. "daaaady, it's supper tiiiime!" a little girl's voice shouts from a cracked-open front door. A bus roars by, spewing its ash-coloured smoke into concrete sky. The man disregards his daughter's plea and the sound of a metal rake on cold-hardened ground once again echoes through the air. Cigar smoke wafts into my eyes, which (through watered gaze) espy the withered and dead remnants of my tomato and pepper plants (taken prematurely by early frost). The homeowner's automatic garage door lowers with a mechanical thunk. Hallelujah, fall is here.
---------------------------------------------Tasted on: 10/24/09
Colours of label: Yellow/Black/Orange
Drank From: Glass
Label Reads: "Serve 312 in a tall glass".
website: www.gooseisland.com
Best for: Revelations. Or Leviticus.
Ratings:
Taste: 15/20
Flavour: 16/20
Buy again: 16/20
Aroma: 8/10
Satisfaction: 7/10
Complexity: 8/10
Intangible: 9/10
Handwritten notes: Here it is, a gloomy fall day and I'm drinking a wheat beer. However, it's a very good wheat beer. A tenor-like lemony taste with the reserved taste of American hops (very reserved) playing perfect alto in the symphony of flavour. Narrative from a balcony: The trees stand bare under grey skies. A nervous homeowner furiously rakes leaves into piles. "daaaady, it's supper tiiiime!" a little girl's voice shouts from a cracked-open front door. A bus roars by, spewing its ash-coloured smoke into concrete sky. The man disregards his daughter's plea and the sound of a metal rake on cold-hardened ground once again echoes through the air. Cigar smoke wafts into my eyes, which (through watered gaze) espy the withered and dead remnants of my tomato and pepper plants (taken prematurely by early frost). The homeowner's automatic garage door lowers with a mechanical thunk. Hallelujah, fall is here.
Beer #332 of 3,652
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