It’s back to back nights of beer brewed with honey for me. By pure mistake, tonight I am pouring Tyranena’s blonde ale, rife with connotations and, apparently, honey. In the little town of Lake Mills, Wisconsin, apparently there are three beaches and, apparently, this light honey-infused refresher makes the perfect accompaniment to a day at the beach. Where I live, there is no beach for miles, not quite what I was used to, growing up in the land of 10,000 lakes, but I make do. And this evening, Three Beaches will help me do jus that. I guess it’ll be like a day at the beach and ‘I won’t even have to wash the sand out of my suit.’

I have enjoyed blonde ales in the past and for one reason, just how nice they look. Three Beaches is, to this brew-loving eye, no exception. It is simple, clean, clear. The color slips between watered down apricot juice and a hard cider. The beautiful body is dressed up with a thin white cap that settled from a puffy two fingers just a moment ago. The nose is fresh cut wheat and lemon zest and flaky biscuits. There is a light sour fruit note as well. The mouthfeel is as to be expected, light and palate cleansing, I can practically feel the grains of sand between my toes. There is a white wine quality, dry and slightly sour but heavily fruity from the front to the finish. Amongst the slightly-too-sweet bulk of the sip, there is a bready bit, just enough to remind you it’s a beer and not a Sauvignon Blanc. I exaggerate, of course, but the more I taste, the more I can’t help but think this is fermented grapes, not grains.

A decent choice, I could see putting back some of these without care, floating in a few feet of warm Wisconsin lake water, washing down a brat or quenching a mid afternoon thirst.