The word hedonism tends to conjure up images of carnal debauchery, probably overseen by a corpulent toga-wearer with gold laurels holding his combover in place. Imagine my surprise to discover that I might be a crypto-hedonist!
Hedonism is defined by Merriam-Webster as "the doctrine that pleasure or happiness is the sole or chief good in life". So long as we work towards each other's happiness as well as our own, and don't shortchange all of our long term prosperity for immediate gratification, this is a philosophy I have very little trouble getting behind. So to speak.
As to the beer itself, the first thing you need to know is that Hedonism brings a lot of head to the party. Wait, that sounds...oh, never mind, it's true; even a moderate side-pour gave me a glass with more foam than liquid for quite some time. When I poured the last ounce or two out into the glass, the result was uncontainable, and regrettably, some beer was lost to the tabletop as a result.
Once things had simmered down, the first sip of this 7% gives a bit of almost metallic tang, maybe the result of the ABV rather than the hops. There are notes of fruit, but not citrusy, more like pear or white cranberry. There is not too much sweetness, but not nearly as much flavour as I would like from a red or amber ale.
Don't get me wrong, they apparently have this on tap down at The Sugarbowl, and after a couple of pints, I'm sure it would taste exemplary, but while the bottle does not disappoint, there is nothing here to compel a return to Hedonism. But perhaps I am just jealous that I am not enjoying myself nearly as much as Soul-brother Ace Frehley is on the label.
More livestock arrived at the crèche today, with the third sheep making its appearance. The shepherd makes a great leadership lesson in some ways; the first step in so many endeavours will often begin with simply getting the flock out there...
Speaking of animals, Nitti took advantage of our gathering on the couch to watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas tonight to snuggle up behind Audrey. He singlehandedly rendered her completely immobile until it was time to pick up Fenya from her rehearsal at the Winspear with Cantilon and the Edmonton Symphony Orchestra. This dog's ability to dampen momentum and increase inertia to practically infinite levels for short periods of time is a perverse misapplication of Newtonian assumptions, but he is good company, and warm.