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What Was Your First Magic Hat Experience?
We want to hear all about it your first time...with Magic Hat, be it gory, glory or borey. We feel that your first craft beer is a rite of passage, and thus should be studies, scrutinized and shared. We won't judge you...much.
To get you going, here’s a little ditty of our own:
“Some friends and I took a trip to Burlington to visit another friend who had been interning, pro bono, at a local graphic design firm. His bosses had decided to hook him up with several cases of #9 to thank him for slaving away all summer. He in turn threw a party.
We arrived early evening, cramped from the car and yearning for a beer and some grilled meat. Still with a year of college left, we were used to drinking at house parties, which weren’t too keen on offering taste-laden libations. I expected Red Dog and Solo cups, which I would’ve gladly downed. We threw our stuff on the dark-stained hardwood floor of the downtown sublet and asked where the beer was. Our friend smiled and led us into the kitchen where he opened the refrigerator door.
The only thing I can to which I can compare the scene that follwed is when Indiana Jones is on the island at the end of ‘Raiders of the Lost Ark’, tied to a pole opposite the lovely Marion. Men huddled around this chilled receptacle, waiting to see the contents that would guide the rest of their night and, possibly, the rest of their lives. The light came on as the door swung open, revealing three full shelves of #9 bottles, five deep and ten across. The light from the small bulb reflected off each bottle, magnifying it tenfold and casting a glorious brown bottle hue across our faces. Visions and possibility swirled around us like agitated yeast. We reached in all at once and grabbed our first craft beer, attempting to unscrew the caps before realizing we needed a bottle opener. Wisdom waited beneath each cap, a hidden homily that we carefully considered before tasting.
We celebrated well into the early hours of the next day. The following morning, we woke to find a door no longer on its hinges, a five-foot pyramid of bottles in the middle of the living room, someone sleeping on the stairs and cooked bacon laying on every kitchen surface. We ate the bacon haven’t looked back since.”
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Heady Young'un
So zoom back to winter '04. I'm a senior in high school, and I'm in VT for a little Stowe action, but also to delve deeper into the college that had recently accepted me: UVM. Obviously Stowe is not Burlington, and I was itching to get to the town that first attracted me to UVM in the first place.
My friend, Josh, drove up from White Plains, NY to rescue me from the increasingly stuffy, family-oriented environs of our condo at Stowe. We raced up 89, snapping our fingers to some manner of heady music that unfortunately evades me now. It was dark by the time we cruised into the Church street region, so we figured it wise to plop ourselves into a good booth with a good burger. Now, we're 18. We're not thinking about ordering beer. But I suppose the night had other plans.
Our charming server asked us what we'd like to drink. I stammered a response, but before I could fully qualify my answer, she offered up that Magic Hat's new beer - Humble Patience - was perfect for a night like that one (cold, dreary, and snow-flecked). We agreed, and shortly thereafter Josh and I were enjoying the first beers ever served to us in a proper drinking establishment. We were as unassuming and underage as somebody could be. To this day I've never figured out how we got so lucky. And while I'll never reveal the establishment that served us, that experience has forever imbued it with good vibes from me (despite the lofty prices).
Humble Patience started me on my Magic Hat career, and unfortunately nothing has lived up to it. I was crushed when you all discontinued it. Make no mistake, Magic Hat is a divine brand that i will always stand behind, but Humble Patience was the bar. I dare say that nothing you all have pumped out has tasted as even and fully-realized, with possibly the only exception being the 9. Regardless, thanks for all the good, but slightly-hazy memories.
wacko summer seasonal beer
OK ! today I felt like getting some beer ,so I went to a local liquor store that has a very large selection of brews ....with the idea of trying something different ...... As I searched the inventory I came across WACKO beer ....come on WACKO ......Ya got to give it a shot ....an I did .....I grew up in the late 60`s ...so I`m a sucker for this kind of stuff ....BUT ...... even though it has a fun name with a cool label .... I was surprised how GOOD the beer is ..... I`m going to buy some MORE .... EXCELLENT ..... this weekend its off to the Jersey shore to visit with some friends , and I`m going to bring a few 6 packs of WACKO with me .....GOOD STUFF .....jpfitzgerald
#9
I'm at Sunshine Day Dream campground in West Virginia, camping at a music festival. Hippies abound. I'm introduced to Magic Hat Number Nine. I still remember the first sip, an aroma of apricots followed by a pale ale wash of the taste buds. It was a beautiful weekend. The kind where it is warm and sunny until a cloud goes by, then it's a bit chilly; but then the sun comes back. All set on a clover field of purple flowers on a hillside surrounded by mountains. Awesome Festival!