This one, this is the song that started it all. This is the first time I ever heard a song and thought “I have to make this into something I can drink.” Every time I hear this song I visualize an old dusty church with stained glass windows, sun piercing through the sanctuary as the smell of old hymnals and church pews lingers.
It’s a beer that’s meant to be sipped, to be contemplated, to be nurtured. I wanted that wood… that squeaky wood character and a top note boozy as bourbon. Barleywine was an easy choice here. It’s rich and mellow in its complexity, stiff enough to stay around on the palate and deep enough to get lost. Barleywine as a style is also a divisive one as not everyone enjoys this beer, and I get it. The name itself is off-putting; beer drinkers balk at it being called “wine” and wine drinkers balk at this boozy, hoppy monstrosity that has the utter GALL to liken itself to its fermented cousin.
There’s a lot of spiritual imagery in this song, and that may or may not be your bag. But it’s an absolutely gorgeous song, and that line “You were 80% angel, 10% demon, the rest is hard to explain” burrowed into my soul and refused to wrest itself. “Whoever brought me here is gonna have to take me home” also caught me in my tracks, and fitting for a beer I think.