In the Scottish Highlands, men are men . . . just not men the rest of the world would consider normal. They drink their Wee Heavy, eat their haggis, play their bagpipes, wear nice plaid skirts, and throw their giant poles in the air hoping to land the heavy things away from them in some field in front of large crowds. Normal? Probably not. Manly? Certainly.
At Odyssey, we seldom wear skirts, the only bags we play are hacky sack bags, and our poles are much smaller than the Scots (must be genetics). But we do make a Scotch Wee Heavy that makes us think we are Highlanders too. Our Wee Heavy is rich and sweet and malty and showcases a blend of specialty malts. Is there some smokiness in there somewhere? You be the judge.
Each morning just before dawn, Helios harnesses his horses (always alliterate) Pyrios, Aeos, Phlegon, and Aethon to the Chariot of the Sun. He then emerges in the East, crowned with the brilliance of the sun and directs his magnificent steeds across the vaulted sky until they dip below the horizon, only to repeat the feat again the following dawn.
Odyssey salutes the work of Helios with a German Hefeweizen that goes very well in the company of our sun Helios. Drink the Hefe. Find within this well-carbonated beer hints of clove and a light banana flavor that is always present. Flowery German hops linger in the background. The result is a great beer on a sunny day.
During the long night of Antarctic winter, a dangerous penguin escaped from the McMurdo Zoo for Criminally Insane Creatures. It was only a few short months later late at night that this unstable feathered creature waddled into the Odyssey Beer Lab and brewed up a batch of porter before heading back to the dark streets again.
The Odyssey brewers noticed a new batch had appeared in the mix. One taste revealed that the only thing crazier than the web-footed brewer was how good his brew was. Dark, silky maltiness will slide down the throat but not before the nose and tongue have picked up the smooth and smoky flavor of Mexican vanilla beans lurking within. It’s an easy drinker and hard to put down.
In the Pacific Northwest where rows of hops stripe the landscape, it is said that a thick morning fog will fetch the Ghost Drifter. Hops farmers have stories of hearing the muffled snort of a distant horse in their fields. Attempts to discover the equine were always futile, but often the farmer would find unshod hoof prints near the hops with a few hops flowers freshly plucked lying on the ground. It is thought that the horse carries a rider with a keen love of hops.
Odyssey has researched these reports and discovered that the Drifter seems to prefer Centennial, Chinook, Cascade, and Willamette hops. This American Pale Ale is our salute to the rider of the fog. Hops added throughout the brew process and into the fermenters exemplify the APA beer style well. Poured into a glass, the hops aroma will drift into your nostrils before your lips touch the glass. The hops flavors will wake up the taste buds, but even with all the hops, there is very little lingering bitterness. This is a session beer.