Breckenridge Brewery’s Agave Wheat
Apart from mountains, Colorado is pretty well removed from ancient China. And we’ll take a gander and assume the good people of the Centennial State are, generally speaking, alright with that. But one more thing links these two lands together, and that’s good beer.
Known as a microbrewery hub, Coloradan brewers are always hard at work, and in the Rockies, even fun business is serious business. So in that spirit, the ski bums who brought us Breckenridge Brewery’s Agave Wheat are in good company.
When we saw this beer’s label, which stands out with a bright red Day of the Dead-type skull, we kind of expected a gimmick: Something a little too insistent, really. TheDC, however, was happily surprised.
The body on the Agave Wheat is seriously hazy, with a wheat-colored dark, dull gold color and a quickly evaporating head.
With a subtle and semi-sweet nose, the real pleasure in this beer is the taste: Light, with that peculiar, honey-sweet flavor we’ve come to find in well-made agave nectar cocktails. Breckenridge’s creation comes across as a solid wheat beer, accentuated by the delicate touch of that lovely tequila-producing plant.
Honestly, we knew what we wanted after, and with, a glass of this good fellow — fish tacos.
No, not nasty fast food garbage. Fresh white fish, shrimp and scallops on a soft shell with lime, cilantro and a good, spicy hot sauce.
At $10.99 a six-pack and 4.2 percent ABV, the only thing stopping us from drinking 20 of these is the money to afford all that fish and beer. But if we were standing in your Bruno Magli’s, we’d make it rain agave-flavored beer and fish tacos.
Delicious beer news from TheDC
We’ve been reading beer news all week, and the only thing we care about is this: National Premium just relaunched, filling shelves all over Maryland. If you aren’t familiar with this beer, that’s fine. Check it out here. Love it (good guys) or hate it (other guys) if you will, but the point is clear: Whether a beer they stopped making 9,000 years ago in China, or one they stopped making a few decades ago in Baltimore, beer society, in the words of Russel Kirk, “is a community of souls, joining the dead, the living, and those yet unborn.”
So drink up and enjoy.