When I think about God’s Country, the city or a city, does not come to mind. Rather the endless flowing hills of Montana, the salt flats of Utah, Colorado’s illustrious flatirons, or the surreptitious trailing of the Snake River in Idaho. The reputation of american the beautiful montages my mind and takes me into a dream.
And when I sip on Gotland from Right Proper Brewing there is nothing about this beer that is not True Grit in the midst of God’s Country. Im spraying about character people, not characters like in the Big Lebowski. Classics that have been tried and true. Im talking old school John Wayne where the hard knock life of a ranch hand bleeds out of those scenes like sap from a maple tree.
And so Gotland, the American Primitive Ale from Right Proper, with its leathery and effortless body also belong to the category of True Grit as the taste reminds you of the beauty of God’s Country.
The austere simplicity of Gotland reminds one of the rocks of Joshua Tree national park, and its character, whittled away by the sands of time only to leave the hardened beauty of a world once lost. Gotland, an american primitive whittled away by Brettanomyces for five months, displays the beauty of the sands of time upon its landscape. Gotland ushers you into this world once lost with its ancient magic. The velvety but strong undertones of smoke and forrest remind one of walking below the evergreens in the west with their towering grace and welcoming stature. Easy to drink like CCR is easy to listen to, Gotland towers above other beers of its kind and quietly wins its way into your heart with the wild blueberry hints and fresh mountain air coldness.
Until next time my friends pour proper…