Sixpoint Brewery released their Jammer Session Pack. It’s a love poem to summer itself.
The case features 5 juice filled goses( I knew 2019 would the summer of sours). It has flavors like citrus, berry, and tropical mango. You know, textbook summer stuff. The other great thing is, as sessions they all clock in at 4.00%, so they make great beers for drinking all day at the beach, on float trips, or just simply soaking up sun on your back porch.
Anyway, here’s to goses, summer fun, and the wish that it would all last just a little bit longer. Instead of multiple poems, I went with one big drunken slurred word mess to honor summer as we enter its final month.
Jammer
“A refreshing, tart brew balanced with a fruity coriander aroma and a touch of sea salt. Just tangy enough to tingle the tastebuds. Let ‘er rip.”
The Jammer is their OG gose style. No fruit juice added, just beer, salt and coriander. For a gose, it’s not as tart as some of the others on the market. But it does have strong notes of salt and wheat malt. And the finish. It must be the coriander. But it has this fragrant, almost floral lavender finish, it’s strong, but not in an unpleasant way. It’s hard to put to words, because it honestly sounds like it’s coming off as a salty/perfumey soapy beer. But somehow that’s a good thing.
Citrus Jammer
“Squeeze it. Salt that rim. We’re talking about that Sixpoint Salty Tango with a twist—the tangy waves of JAMMER with just the right amount of lemon and lime juice. Time for some Vitamin J.”
So working off their original Jammer, they’ve added lemon and lime juice. And it adds that sour, tangy tartness the first one was missing. This was the most gose like of them all. The zesty lemon and sour lime pair perfeclty with the salt. It’s like drinking a beautifully made margarita.
Tropical Jammer
“Jammer’s tangy waves lap at the shoreline while mangoes and pineapples grow sweet and ripe overhead. Introducing Tropical Jammer, a lush, tart brew with supremely refreshing tropical fruit—talk about a desert island beer.”
Here, the pineapple and mango reign king. The juice is definitely dominant over any beer flavor, giving it a refreshing taste. But it’s almost too sweet. The salt helps to balance that out, but it leans more sweet than tart.
Ruby Jammer
“The grapefruit is a hybrid fruit…a rare gem formed through an accidental crossbreed. Our Jammer hybrid is no accident—it’s an authentic gose blended with real grapefruit and tangerine juice for eye-opening refreshment. You’ll feel good about this one all day.”
The grapefruit juice makes this one the most bitter of them all, helping give it some of that gose tartness that the Citrus one also had. And salt and grapefruit go together like PB&J man. But between the tangerine and grapefruit juices, it almost feels more like a raddler than gose.
Berry Jammer
“The Mad Scientists tested dozens of juices and calibrated untold amounts of berry blends to get this one right. But you don’t need to get bogged down in all that … just drink up until the ripe, red juice dribbles down your chin. It tastes like a mouth full of tangy berries—a JAMMER punch!”
As with the Ruby and Tropical Jammers, this one leans more toward raddler territory. It does have some tanginess and salt flavors, but feels just like a juice beer than an actual gose style. It sounds like I’m complaining, but don’t get me wrong, it’s still a perfect summer refresher.
Summer ephemeral – A poem inspired by the summery poem In Summer Time by Paul Laurence Dunbar and his dreamlike sing songy rhyme scheme along with The Midnight’s Endless Summer Album.
‘Summer skies are some of the best skies
Instilled and heavier, filled with surprise
I can’t remember if it was from a book page
Or some memory lost in age
But it goes like this
Like a song, or first kiss
Heavy, humid, heat
Longing, retail hours, feeling beat,
Cigarettes and porch drinking
Late nights and loneliness got me thinking
Well less thinking, more feeling
Like a bottle broken, a soul in need of healing
So I prayed to the backstreet saints
To get me out of this place
And I couldn’t believe my eyes
When I saw a rodded 49′
Mercury 8 come down the line
Just in time
And her name was heaven
Though she came roaring in like an armageddon
A blessing
In summer dressing
We road the gravel streets
Under that great denim sheet
To where wildflowers grow
And fireflies glow
To a derelict
Old farmhouse of rotted wood and mossy brick
Red as blood under a grinning silver moon
Into a cleared out barnyard room
Filled with the dreams of youth and booze
Somewhere the radio man crooning the blues
We danced in time until time we no longer knew.’