Summer Solstice

Prince Mike sent out a Wednesday request to gather the neighborhood BC4M Druids in order to celebrate the summer solstice. The idea was to drink some unique summer beers and maybe sacrifice a goat or two to the sun gods. The meeting started with Leinenkugel's Summer Shandy (4.2%). The shandy is a popular English beer, where they cut an ale with Sprite so that they can drink at work and not get too hammered. This had little or no beer taste. It was described as Landshark meets Bartles and James. It rated a so/so. We followed with Southern Tier's Uber Sun, Imperial Summer Wheat (8%). It reminded us of Wilder's description of his first hummer..."It was OK once I got the taste out of my mouth". This one made Snake gag on the first sip, but improved a little as we continued drinking, and rated a so/so. We used an RJ Rockers Patriot Pale Ale (a sucky beer in it's own way) which we've already rated, as a palate cleanser. Rogue's Somer Orange Honey Ale (5%) was next. It tasted like overly carbonated free range coastal water. Had a little honey taste, but lacked any beer taste. It sucked. Bell's Oberon Ale (5.8%). This is a wheat beer that smelled like a portable toilet or landfill, on a hot summer day. Taste was a little better, which earned it a so/so. Ballast Point's Calico Amber Ale (5%), with a picture of a large mouth bass on the label, was a good session beer, and easy on the taste buds. It rated a good. The tide had turned, and we had high hopes, until Prince brought out the Smuttynose Summer Weizen Ale (5.2%). This one smelled like formaldehyde and tasted like pickle brine. It says it's brewed with chamomile flowers... there's probably a reason this is not a standard beer ingredient! Liked the label which had a picture of my mom floating around in our above ground pool, circa 1973. Then it happened... Prince popped the top on what may be the worst beer ever brewed. 21st Amendment's Hell or High Watermelon Wheat (5.5%). Words can't adequately describe this mess of a beer. Snake thought it tasted like sweat in a bottle, Crazy suggested it was ABC (already been chewed) gum. Most of it ended up in the Chesapeake Sewer system. And with that, it was almost time to adjourn. Mike lit the bonfire, we danced around it for an hour in nothing but our whitey tighties, sacrificed the goat, and staggered home. Another BC4M triumph.