
I just finished a 22-mile bike ride gaining about 2500 vertical feet and topping out at just under 7000 feet above sea level and boy am I thirsty. I should drink some water right now, but just last night I picked up my first bottle of Russian River Brewing Company. There’s no way in hell I’m drinking water right now. I’m going to try Pliny the Elder. Russian River’s double IPA, which I hear has a cult following.
This stuff looks like a perfect IPA with a nice reddish amber hue, a perfect lacy head, but forget about the looks. Smelling this thing brings an instant droooool. Perfectly sweet citrusy hops all over the place.
I just fished my entire glass before even writing about the taste. Maybe I should have let it warm a bit so see how the flavor changed, but the bottle tells me not to. Pliny tells me to “respect your elder: keep cold, drink fresh, do not age! Pliny the Elder is a historical figure, don’t make the beer inside this bottle one! Not a barley wine, do not age! Age your cheese, not your Pliny! Respect hops, consume fresh! If you must sit on eggs, not on Pliny! Do not save for a rainy day! Pliny is for savoring, not for saving! Consume Pliny fresh, or not at all!” Haa! That’s funny. I’m drunk. Should have had some water. This is a killer IPA. Get one.
ABV: 8.0%
Serving Type: 500 ml bomber and a super frickin fancy snifter


