Bell's 'Winter White Ale' - NOLA Icepocalypse Edition
There’s nothing quite like the sound of snow crunching underfoot. You get less traction when you walk in the snow. Each step is labored - each breath sharp, and cold. The air stings your face, and with each hiss of the wind your take a sharp breath inward to brace against the frigid air. Every minute or so a birch branch snaps under the weight of snow and crashes to the ground in a lonely spectacle. In winter everything is is heavier - and in a way much lighter. Now that the label has been over-exaggerated it's time to open. It's a bit hazy, without a huge head, and not hyperactive in the glass. This usually is a sign of good things to come. The nose is very light. Grassy, with a bit of mint and pine it dissipates fast into the hefeweizen - esque layers.. Now for the tasting notes... done poorly and without much information per the usual. Orange. Clove. Banana. In that order. Also, I don't know if you've ever chewed on a clove before, but its terrible