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tonguesanndteeth · 5 years ago

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Tongues & Teeth Chaper: 3

Jasper stared blankly at the phone in his hand, the illuminated screen going blurry as he let his eyes unfocus. He was scared, truth be told, to dial the number on the back of the battered cigarette box. It had been a day since Teddy had given it to him and the thought of hearing her voice on the other end of the receiver did strange things to his mind.

He had been content with the way things were going, with the unspoken routine he and the human girl had fallen into. But now everything had changed. The ball was in his court and he only had two options.

One: he could call her. He wanted to, he did, but it would be another dangerous step over the line he had drawn for himself.

Two: he could ignore the situation. Not call her. Never go back. But the idea of this twisted uncomfortably inside him.

Teddy obviously had some amount of emotion invested in this...whatever it was they were doing. It would hurt her feelings if he dropped off the face of the earth. Jasper didn’t know if he could bear to feel that, a genuine hurt that he knew he was responsible for, in the heart of a girl who felt so purely. How could he hurt the person who had breathed a spark of life into his decayed soul?

Maybe Teddy wasn’t the only one who was emotionally invested. God, what had he gotten himself into?

Before he could second guess himself Jasper hit the dial button, locking a breath in his chest as it rang.

“Hello?” came Teddy’s familiar voice. She sounded younger over the phone, somehow. Jasper wasn’t sure why he found that amusing.

“Hello,” he replied. He hadn’t planned out what he wanted to say. What could he say? Nothing was safe for her to know about him.

“Jasper,” she breathed. Did it sound like she was smiling? He hoped she was.

“I wasn’t expecting you to call,” Teddy said after a moment of charged silence.

This confused Jasper. Why would she have given him her phone number if she didn’t want to speak to him?

“I can hang up if you want me to..?”

‘No,” she laughed, “no, don’t hang up. I just can’t remember the last time anybody actually called me. Even the elderly text now.”

“I guess I’m a little old fashioned,” Jasper said ruefully, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I don’t mind.” She was definitely smiling.

“So, what are your plans for the evening?” he asked, desperate to fill the space between them with something, anything. Words would have to do for now.

“Hmm, nothing much. Just a hot date with a research paper.”

“Sounds thrilling,” he laughed.

“Oh, yeah. He’s seven whole pages. It’ll be a wild night for sure.”

“Impressive. I guess I’ll leave you to it, I’d hate to interrupt the fun.”

“Yeah...I was kind of hoping this other guy would ask me out tonight, though. Tall, blonde, name rhymes with Shmasper Shmale. Maybe you know him?”

Oh.

“Huh, now that you mention it, the name does ring a bell.”

“Well, if you see Shmasper, tell him to meet me at the coffee shop on Oak and 38th.”

“It’d be my pleasure.”

“See you at eight,” she laughed, and then the line went dead.

Jasper’s head was spinning as he set down his phone. This was amazing. This was terrible.

So many questions were running through his mind. Jasper was dying to know what she was like outside of the insular little bubble they’d created. Did she speak to other people the same way that she spoke to him, look at them with the same piercing green gaze? But more so, he wondered why she seemed to enjoy his company. He was everything that was wrong for her.

Jasper knew he’d have to take precautions tonight. He’d have to hunt before he saw her just in case the temptation was too strong. Recently he’d taken to feeding more frequently in a feeble attempt to quell the insatiable, dry ache he felt in Teddy’s presence.

Human blood was rapturous torture to be near, if she got so much as a paper cut he wasn’t sure he’d be able to control himself. Having clumsy, breakable Bella join his family while he was still human had been hard. Jasper had shown a lot of growth through that challenge though. The scent of her was all over his home in Forks, soaking through the air and into the furniture. Truly, it had been agony. But that was fifteen years ago now, and he’d come a long way in terms of restraint.

It wasn’t too long of a run from Jasper’s apartment to the thickly forested area where he often hunted; somewhere too rugged for hikers to interfere, to tempt him. On days where he had more time he liked to travel upstate to the Adirondacks. He could hunt bigger game there, with more land to cover and more species to choose from. Jasper wasn’t sure he’d ever be satiated with the tangy, musky taste of elk or bison. Herbivores where wholly unappealing. Predators, carnivores, they were always preferable, but less abundant.

He was hoping he’d get lucky as he ran, silent and graceful, through the woods. Branches and foliage whipped past his face, the soft black earth giving way beneath his powerful strides. Jasper listened to the sounds of the forest around him. It was teeming with life. He could hear the tiny scurrying of squirrels and chipmunks as they instinctively retreated for cover. They knew they were in the presence of a killer. The birds went silent as he passed, as though a storm was approaching. His perfect teeth the bite of lightning, his muscles rolling thunder.

Jasper caught wind of something a few miles northeast and followed the scent, prowling towards the smell of raw lichen, petrichor, and unshed blood. The heart that contained it beat thickly, the muscle pulsing and pumping in a steady rhythm.

He could hear heavy footfalls, the padding of paws. It hadn’t sensed him approaching. Jasper took to the trees to stalk the creature from a better vantage point. He spied it then, an adolescent black bear feasting on a bramble of berries. It wasn’t terribly big, but it would do.

Typically he liked to savor his kills, especially now that he didn’t have his brothers around to spar with. He wasn’t quite as enthusiastic as Emmett though, he didn’t goad on grizzlies or “play with his food” as Esme so lovingly called it. But tonight he wanted to make it swift. It wouldn’t be wise to get caught up in the hunting mindset and be boiling with bloodlust. It was frightening how easy it could be to transition that hunger elsewhere. Still, the scent of his prey turned him ravenous and he sank into a crouch, flexing his fingers in anticipation.

In a fraction of a second he dropped down, the surprised young bear screaming out. It tried desperately to find purchase against Jasper’s granite skin, snapping wildly with its canines and raking him with its claws. The attempts were feeble and short lived, however, as Jasper sank his teeth into the bears throat. The hot flow poured into his mouth until the beasts heart finally stuttered to a halt.

Jasper wiped his mouth and pushed the mass of fur off of him. He reached into his pocket and checked the time on his phone, smiling slightly to himself. She wanted to see him. Of all the things this little human girl could be doing on her Friday night, in her painfully short life, she wanted to spend it with him.

Feeling lighter inside than he had in half a century, Jasper turned and ran towards something instead of away.

#chapter 3

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cemeterygatesmedia · 6 years ago

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“A Dark and Desolate Recurrence”

by Brhel & Sullivan

“At this rate, we’ll never get out of here,” said Teddy Mealer, gritting his teeth as he yanked the steering wheel of his compact car and laid on the gas. His Prius, as it turned out, wasn’t built for blizzard-level conditions in the Catskills, and he was reminded of it every time his engine roared in a vain attempt to retreat from the large snowbank.

“Don’t say that, honey,” replied Margo, Teddy’s wife. She looked out at the snow piled up against her window and was trying not to panic. It was a vision of white on all sides of the car; each window was suffocated by snow, with only a hint of an opening out of the rear window.

“I don’t think you understand, babe. I can’t move. I think we’re stuck here.”

“Are you serious?” She nudged the handle on her door, then proceeded to yank it and kick at the door before her husband restrained her.

Teddy shook his head. “You’re wasting your time. I’ll keep trying, but I don’t think it’ll do any good. We’re packed like sardines.”

Nearly another half-hour had passed, and Teddy was still unable to free the car from the clutches of the cold, white mass. He punched the steering wheel in frustration. “We’re nearly out of gas. We’ve got to get out of here soon or we’ll freeze. Or worse, there’s the whole carbon monoxide thing.”

Margo took her cell phone out of her purse for the third time in as many minutes, but she couldn’t get any kind of signal. “Teddy, I’m scared. What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know.” There was a newfound weariness to his voice, as if the dread that his wife was fully immersed had finally caught up to him.

Margo was about to throw a fit when she heard the roar of another engine. She looked outside to see the headlights of a large, black pickup with an attached plow pull up behind their car. The front door opened and out stepped a bearded, middle-aged man in a brown parka and dungarees.

“Ted, I think this guy’s going to help us out!” Margo beamed. She took her husband’s hand and squeezed it in excitement.

“Thank God!”

They watched as the man retrieved a chain and attached it somewhere underneath their car. He then returned to his truck and gunned it in reverse. Teddy and Margo let out a mutual sigh of relief when their car slipped out of the snowbank and onto the road.

The man got out of his truck again, detached the chain from their car, and threw it back onto the bed. He stopped and looked inside at the couple for a brief second before getting into his vehicle. Teddy and Margo watched as their Good Samaritan drove away.

“What a nice man,” said Margo. “He didn’t even ask for anything. Didn’t even wait around for a thank-you.”

“People out here look out for each other,” said Teddy. “That’s a good guy, there.”

Teddy went to drive away, but the car wouldn’t move. They were out of the bank, but the vehicle was immobile. “Son of a bitch! What now?”

Margot was agonizingly silent.

“The rear axle might be broke. Shit. Why’d that guy have to leave in such a hurry? I mean, he was a big help and all, but where’d he go?” said Ted. He forced his door open and looked down the road, but all he could see was a dense, white snow fog. He examined the rear of the car and, sure enough, the wheel was crooked because the axle was broken.

Teddy returned to the car and sighed. With their gas tank almost empty, the couple decided that they would have to leave the Prius behind and seek shelter. They stepped out of the vehicle and were instantly struck by the frigid, winter air. Luckily, they only had to walk for a couple minutes before they noticed a small cabin set back just a few hundred yards from the road. They decided to head for it and ask whoever lived there if they could come inside.

Teddy and Margo soon arrived at a modest cabin. There was a small porch attached to the front, on which sat Adirondack chairs with snow piled up on each seat. A wide, stone chimney jutted out just off to one side of the porch, many of the stones having fallen to the ground nearby. They stepped onto the porch and wood cracked beneath their feet.

Teddy knocked repeatedly on the door, but no one answered. He turned the doorknob and it felt like it wasn’t locked.

He called out before they ventured inside. “Hello? Is anybody home?”

No one answered. The icy wind howled through the evergreens behind them.

“I guess not,” said Margo.

The cold snapping against their faces, the couple had no other option but to enter. As they passed through the doorway, they were immediately taken aback by a sharp musty smell.

“Ugh, Teddy. That smell. Who the heck lives here? Don’t they clean?”

“I don’t think anyone’s lived here for years. Or it might be a poorly kept hunting cabin—this is deer country, after all,” said Teddy. He looked around. They were standing in a small living room which had a loft area above. There was a TV and a sofa, which was adorned with a blanket, on which was stitched a grey wolf howling at the moon. A large mirror hung over the sofa.

The living room led into a kitchen with a modest-sized refrigerator and stove, and a table for two. The kitchen had the sole working light on the first floor, which hung from a string, and shone into the living room. Cobwebs covered every corner and piece of furniture in the cabin; crunchy leaves and various forest debris were scattered about the floor.

“It’s like they just ran out and left everything behind,” said Margo.

Teddy found a book of matches inside a kitchen drawer and used it to light a fire in a small wood stove in the corner of the living room. Dry kindling and enough wood for the night was conveniently set near the entranceway. He took a seat next to Margo on the sofa and they held each other, warming up until the room was a bearable temperature.

Worn out from their ordeal, they quickly passed out on the cabin’s sofa.

Margo wasn’t asleep twenty minutes when she tapped Teddy on the shoulder. “What’s that noise?”

There was a heavy pounding on the loft floor above, as if someone were stomping around. They listened with intense curiosity as one set of footsteps traveled down from the loft, followed by a second, heavier set.

Margo tucked her head into her husband’s shoulder. “Oh, my god—somebody’s inside. Maybe the owners came home…”

“Don’t you think they would have come in through the front door? Maybe saw us on the couch and woke us up? Why would they be running up and down the steps?” said Teddy. “It might be some rats, or raccoons, or something. Who knows what openings or broken windows there might be in an old, forgotten place like this?”

Teddy was about to lay his head back against the cushion when he heard someone scream. It was that of a woman, and she kept repeating the same thing in a frenzied tone, over and over. “No, no, no!”

Neither Teddy nor Margo moved. The screaming continued, traveling from upstairs to downstairs, growing louder, more intense with each passing minute. This continued for another ten minutes, when suddenly, as if someone had flicked a switch, it stopped. No more screaming, no more footsteps. The sound gone, all they could hear was the creaking of the house and the whistling of the wind outside.

“What was that?!” whispered Margo, her face tense.

“I don’t know. It sounded like someone being chased around. But I didn’t see a thing.”

“Teddy, is this place haunted?” Margo couldn’t believe she was asking such a question, or that she half-considered it to be a possibility.

They discussed leaving the cabin for a moment but realized they still couldn’t venture outside. Not at least until morning. The snowfall had waned, but the wind had picked up quite considerably.

Hungry, and unable to sleep, they searched the kitchen for food. Margo opened the refrigerator and nearly vomited at the pungent, death-like smell that wafted out. Undefined molds lined the drawers and compartments. She quickly slammed the door.

Teddy had a little more luck. He managed to scrounge up a couple cans of fruit cocktail from a lower cabinet that was less than a year past expiration. He found a can opener and they shared the meager portion.

Their bellies as full as they would get for the night, and the cabin now comfortably warm (and quiet) Teddy and Margo climbed the stairs to the loft to explore. The closet light held the only working bulb in the loft, and it shone a comfortable glow into the bedroom. The bed was unmade, and it looked as if the sheets had been thrown on the floor in a fit. A pair of panties and a pair of boxers were strewn with some other faded articles of clothing.

“It looks like a couple lives here. Or should I say ‘lived’ here,’’ said Teddy.

They flipped the mattress and dug a clean, moth-bitten bed sheet out from a dresser, then laid down together. They were sound asleep minutes later.

“No! No! Oh, God, no! It doesn’t mean anything! I love you! Oh, please don’t hurt him!”

Margo let out an awful cry as she awoke, the shrill woman’s voice again filling the cabin around them. She looked at her husband’s watch. She and Teddy hadn’t been sleeping twenty minutes.

“What the fuck is that?” asked Teddy, now wide awake beside her. “I’m going to check it out.”

“No,” said Margo, throwing herself over her husband. “Please don’t leave me.”

This time, they heard the pounding all around them, coming from the staircase and traveling toward the bed. The couple screamed as the bed lifted off the ground a few inches and then crashed back down to the floor. The footsteps traveled from the loft and all the way down to the kitchen, and possibly the basement. This time, the chaos ended with a loud “crack,” as if someone had fired a gun. Then another “crack.” Then silence.

Tears streamed down Margo’s face. “Let’s go. Oh, God, let’s get out of here!” She hopped out of bed and ran down the stairs, ready to bolt out the front door, but Teddy chased after her and blocked the doorway.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Ted, this place is haunted. I’m scared!”

He held her tight by the shoulders and nodded. “Okay, okay. I believe you. I think it’s haunted, too. Some repetitive haunting is going on here. I heard about this kind of thing watching all those seasons of Ghost Stalkers. Someone who dies under extreme circumstances often ends up repeating the events leading up to their death. I think someone might have been murdered here, and it’s playing out like the cabin has the awful memory imprinted on it.”

“Then let’s go! Why are you standing there if you know what’s coming!”

“Because it’s a goddamn blizzard out there, and we’ll die if we spend an hour out in it. It’s two in the morning and we’re miles from anywhere. Nobody’s going to stop by. That nice guy with the truck is long gone.”

“So, what do we do, Teddy?”

“I don’t think the ghosts can harm us. They’re dead and simply re-enacting a scene; we’re just observers,” said Teddy. “Those poor bastards. Could you imagine being forced to re-live the same horrible event, over and over?”

Realizing the bed in the loft played a major part in the haunting, Teddy convinced Margo to return to the couch on the first floor. They weren’t going to get much sleep anyway.

Every few hours the haunting commenced. The bed in the loft, the pounding footsteps descending the staircase, through the living room and into the kitchen. Then the basement gunshots. But Teddy and Margo weren’t exactly in a better position in the living room, as it turned out. As the night wore on, more chaos unfolded. They watched in horror as objects flew across the room—clothes, pillows, books. They were forced to duck, and dive, as heavier objects arced through the air—a lamp, dishes, and at one point even a small television.

Teddy held close to Margo beneath the wolf blanket; they were too frightened to keep stoking and tending to the fire. They both shivered as each hour the horrors seemed to escalate. It was a form of torture, one they dreaded more as each minute passed, knowing that the next repetition would be more intense, more violent.

Teddy was nodding off during one of the lulls between repetitions—the sun just beginning to make its presence known through the dirty windows—when Margo let out a wild scream. He watched as his wife was lifted into the air. She clutched at her throat, trying to tear away an invisible set of hands. Her face was straining and turning a horrid shade of purple. He jumped up and threw his body into the phantom perpetrator. Teddy connected with the unseen force and Margo fell to the floor, gasping for air.

When Teddy looked up, he caught site of the reflection of a man in the mirror over the couch. Although it was dark—with only a little light coming into the room from the bulb in the kitchen—he could have sworn it was the same man in the brown parka and dungarees that had helped tow their car out of the snowbank.

Footsteps pounded down to the basement again. Followed by the two gunshots that ended it all, but this time a third shot rang out, just moments later. That was all the Mealers could take. They ran outside just as the sun began cresting over the mountains. The storm had passed, and the air was noticeably warmer.

“I think I figured out what happened,” said Teddy, out of breath from his exertion. “The man who lived there killed his wife. The underwear on the floor? I think he caught her in bed with another man and chased them around the house. It all ended in the basement, where he shot them both, then himself—the third shot.”

Margo merely nodded as they put distance between themselves and the cabin, postholing through the deep snow. She didn’t care who killed who; she just wanted to go home.

“I think the guy with the pickup was the one who killed them,” stated Teddy. “Honey, I think we got pulled out of that ditch by a ghost!”

They made it back to the road, hoping they could flag down a passing motorist and hitch a ride into town. As they neared the scene of their accident, they were surprised to see the car was no longer sitting where they had abandoned it, as it was firmly lodged in the snowbank. They stopped dead in their tracks when it was clear that the same black pickup from the night before was pulling their Prius free.

“Honey, that ghost. He’s back again,” said Margo.

They stood silently, watching as the man in the brown parka and dungarees exited his truck to retrieve the chains. The man then peered into the driver-side window of their car, shook his head and jogged back toward his truck—shouting back over his shoulder, “I live just up ahead. I’ll go call an ambulance!”

Margo and Teddy walked over to the Prius after the truck tore down the road. They couldn’t believe their eyes. There they were, sitting in the front seat, their faces ghastly white.

“What is this Teddy?! Who are these people?” Margo’s lip quivered. A nasty wind chapped her face. “They look like…”

“Us! That’s because it is us, honey. We’re dead. That guy was the killer. See him driving away? He’s going to go find his wife in bed with another man and kill them both. Don’t you see? He returned home early because he was going to go and call us an ambulance. He didn’t know we were dead. We’re just like him, repeating our final episode…”

Brhel & Sullivan are co-authors of Corpse Cold: New American Folklore and Resurrection High.

#ghost story #winter #creepypasta #horror #fiction #horror fiction #cemeterygatesmedia #brhel & Sullivan #ghosts #catskills #new york

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the-firebird69 · 2 years ago

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After the road the movie they descend down to Massachusetts and start going after each other very hard and it's because he tried to eat them and they needed proof and they have it now and then see why and they ate some of their own people and Arnie was not there but that was Billy's plan was to eat them try and capture our son and threaten him for the AI up there during cannibal hour and haven't learned somewhat about it. That sounds laughing cuz he definitely trying to kill you and by the way the first time you got a chance you leave a knife near him and you you're done right to your neck too fast. And a bunch of times it's got the safety thing worked out click it one way it doesn't work click it the other way so you can say it as much as you want he used to have it worked out back then seem to know how to use it when he was firing guns and the gun ranges you went around shooting each other with. By the way we owe you a knife. And here's how it goes it's the grossest scene that I've seen for a while no you idiots do it all the time so we have to come in there and get you it's illegal to allow you to do it around him and tons of you're doing it by the way each side no it seems more like the max are. And a ton of clones mostly clones and the foreigners are fighting them very hard. And smoking them whenever they see them. It's on they're getting killed rapidly and after the road they have the Departed and black mass and there's a whole bunch of other programs going on they think it's Billy z out west and they go inspect it it's fairly deep not 1500 ft and all sudden they start to see why it looks weird and strange looks odd looks but here's how it goes we're sick of you and your fleas and you're disgusting talk and the ball injury and all sorts of other dumb things you're doing so going to ruin you Billy z fast too just like your numbnuts in the max you sit here in this drone like zombie State being assholes to everyone it's truly unacceptable and really him getting trapped in here all the time is not right either I'm going to ruin you

So they do a series of movies in Massachusetts and then the robberies Begin again tons of them and big ones and the money is getting gathered rapidly and for some reason ice road the movie begins they want to threaten this 50 and it's up there in the middle of the Great lakes the first and second one on the southern side no it's up the north side somewhere and for some reason they feel like they should I would not really sure why well they feel a big ship is underneath the whole thing and they want to threaten for it and they don't know what kind of ship it is it's about 5,000 miles wide and that's what they think and I think it's comet Empire ship, and it is it's only got about 20 miles of stuff on top of it and we know what we're doing and how to take it off and put it back and they don't so we're going to go ahead and tell them not to bother but they're going to go ahead and try and do it that's what they've been doing up there sensing it now tons of people are going to go up there because they saw what they're doing they're going to be forced to say no about the lake and the 50 then they're going to go to the Adirondacks and think that it's easier and they can use it as a stepping stone and threaten the core. And they try for it and fail and they then go to Conan in Spain and then Mexico and the Tomorrowland cerebrus is there in Mexico and it's because Jimmy Dee was hiding out there from time to time and they actually know where it's in and around where they find it near Chihuahua and outside Mexico City and right now they're looking for Katia equus and they put a bounty hunter the trumps did ooh so he's putting a bounty on them and he says it's a lot of money it's a quicker picker upper so she's laughing because he's coming to a rescue and he's being a man about it and sending down large units and he's got the titunga there as well

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xmystophalesx · 2 years ago

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Best New Heavy Metal Releases Week of August 26th, 2022

Wow! What an incredible week of new releases! This was hands down the best single week of newly released Hard Rock and Heavy Metal albums of the entire year. The highlight “Best of the Week” section has 12 albums that should not be missed and that number could have easily been much higher. There are 22 albums in “Standout in their genre” section and there are more than a few that could have easily made it into the category above and probably will with other people’s opinions as they give them a listen. It’s not just quality as far as the week goes either. There are more than a few that will be high on the end-of-year lists when those come out in December and January. There were so many good albums I had to cut it off early for the week just so I could go back and digest some of these albums more thoroughly. Honestly, I am glad this does not happen every week. I don’t think I could handle it. This week seriously felt like trying to drink from a firehose. Be forewarned, this is going to be a lengthy post. It just couldn’t be helped this week. Well, let’s get to some of these highlights.

Sigh-Shiki (Black/Progressive)**

Sigh has been around since 1990 and even after 32 years, they are a VERY difficult band to accurately describe. I understand labels or genre designations shouldn’t matter but they have their uses. If you don’t like harsh or growl style vocals, you know to stay away from Death or Black Metal. Sigh is labeled as an Avante-Garde Black Metal band but what really is Avante-Garde where music is concerned? Personally, I really don’t know. To me Sigh is the musical equivalent of modern performance art. Sigh will not be for everyone and it may take some time to “get it” but when you do, you will see just how absolutely brilliant this album is. This is a band that gives exactly ZERO FUCKS about what others think their music should be or what it should encompass. They do whatever the hell that they like and if you dig it, that’s cool and if not, they don’t care. Well, I dig it and if you are open-minded, you may dig it as well.

Dynazty-Final Advent (Power/Heavy)**

How is this for a drastic difference? Going from talking about Sigh to talking about Dynazty is about as different as you can get. Where Sigh would take some effort if you aren’t already a fan, Dynazty is instantly likable. I kind of wrote this band off years ago as I didn’t like the band name (I know, about the lamest reason ever). I am sure I had heard a few of their early albums in crossing or on a random playlist and always found them serviceable, but nothing that really made an impact. That changed in 2016 when I heard Titanic Mass. I should have gone back one more as a friend recently mentioned I should check out Renatus from 2014 (yeah, that album is incredible). In any case, this band has simply gotten better and better and really deserves to be talked about in the upper echelons of the genre in the same company as Avantasia, Helloween and Blind Guardian. Yes, they are that good. Super catchy? Check. Great riffs? Check. Great Leads? Check. Great vocals? Check. Great album? Can’t say check emphatically enough.

Blackbraid-Blackbraid I (Atmospheric Black)**

Let’s make this a theme this week and do another 180-degree turn and head in the opposite direction once again. Blackbraid is a one man Black Metal project from the United States. I tried to get a bit of background while listening to this and found that Sgah’gahsowáh (The guy’s name for you uncultured swine. And no, I don’t know how to pronounce it either as I am uncultured as well) is a Native American and lives in the Adirondack Mountains of New York. This is important as the lyrical themes revolve around Native American mythology, paganism and nature. There is a strong Scandinavian Black Metal influence going throughout the music and the anger spewing forth in the vocals is palpable. Quite understandable when you consider what the indigenous people were put through. Hell, let’s be honest here, still are put through. This album is incredible from the very first listen and gets better and better with every subsequent listen. This will absolutely be on many end-of-year lists. If you are into this genre at all, you do not want to miss this one.

Revival Black-Under the Light (Heavy/Hard Rock)**

Talk about a tough act to follow in Blackbraid and the emotional weight of that album. Keeping with the theme and doing another 180-degree turn, we get to Revival Black and their Blues infused Hard Rock that has riffing and tone low enough to fall into the lighter category of the Heavy Metal genre. This is all out good time Rock n’ Roll music that would easily fit into any situation or gathering. Simply put, this is just incredibly well done Hard Rock music and sometimes that is all you want or need. Not everything needs to be making a statement. Sometimes having a good time can be its own statement and in this Revival Black has hit one out of the park.

Messticator-Forthcoming Revelation (Melodic Death/Thrash)**

Anyone that knows me knows that one of my absolutely favorite genres of Metal is Thrash. I am always on the lookout for new and outstanding albums in this genre, with varying degrees of success. This week, however, I came across a couple. Intent and Messticator made the highlight section but Amken, Total Maniac and Species were not far behind. Like I said in the beginning, this week was insane as far as the quality of the releases is concerned. This is almost a perfect 50/50 split of Thrash and Melodic Death Metal. Vocals are Melodic Death while the riffs and song structures are straight Thrash. Whatever the case, this album is simply damn good from start to finish and yet another banger of an album in this already overcrowded week.

Brymir-Voices in the Sky (Melodic Death/Symphonic/Power)**

I normally only write about 5 albums for the highlight section and try to keep those 5 brief. That just wasn’t possible this week. This album was pretty early on my “new release” playlist and I am not kidding when I say I came back to this album a solid half dozen times after listening to it initially. So I keep talking about how insane this week was, and this was one reason. I am currently writing this up at 11:15am on Monday knowing full well my self-imposed deadline is 12:00 for posting new content. This album isn’t just a standout highlight album for this week, this is a highlight of the year contender for me. Brymir has always been a Melodic Death Metal band that had elements of lighter moments. Be it the Symphonic elements or Folk elements here and there or even the moments of straight up Power Metal. This band has come a long way from when they were simply labeled an Ensiferum or Wintersun clone. I was a big fan of their 2019 album, “Wings of Fire” and was looking forward to this one. To be fair, the only thing that really gives this album the Melodic Death Metal genre tag is the harsh vocals. If we had clean vocals here, this would be an out and out Symphonic Power Metal album. Don’t get me wrong, there are still some Melodic Death Metal tempos and tremolo riffing throughout the album but they are certainly not the focus. This will be the complaint for people that do not care for this album, but I, for one, absolutely love this album. This is hands down the best and most complete album Brymir has created and it truly shows in their attention to detail. Everything sounds like it has a specific place and for a specific reason and only to make the songs better overall. Even if you dislike the harsh vocal style, give this album a shot. This album is absolutely incredible.

I will cut it off there on the longest post I have ever made. I apologize in advance but on a week with this many great album releases, it just can’t be helped. Don’t sleep on the one star “Standout in their genre” albums either. In other weeks, quite a few of those could have easily been in the highlight section and the only reason they are not is just by comparison to the ones that made it this week. Until next week, and as always,

BANG THY HEAD!!!

All worthy of a listen if you like the genre

*= standout in that genre

**=best of the week regardless of genre

Best of the Week

Brymir-Voices in the Sky (Melodic Death/Symphonic/Power)**

Flesh Sermon-Venomous Black Magick (Black/Death)**

Sigh-Shiki (Black/Progressive)**

Dynazty-Final Advent (Power/Heavy)**

Revival Black-Under the Light (Heavy/Hard Rock)**

Anthea-Tales Untold (Heavy/Power/Symphonic)**

Nightbearer-Ghosts of a Darkness to Come (Death)**

Intent-Exile (Thrash)**

Lacrimas Profundere-How To Shroud Yourself With Night (Gothic/Hard Rock)**

Blackbraid-Blackbraid I (Black)**

Messticator-Forthcoming Revelation (Melodic Death/Thrash)**

Death Scythe-Killing for Pleasure Forever (Melodic Death)**

Standouts in their Genre

Alburnum-Buitenlucht (Atmospheric Black/Folk)*

Muse-Will of the People (Hard Rock)*

Total Maniac-Total Maniac (Thrash/Speed)*

Maul-Seraphic Punishment (Death)*

Righteous Fool-Righteous Fool (Stoner/Hard Rock)*

Kris Barras Band-Death Valley Paradise (Hard Rock)*

Chaos Control-Call of the Abyss (Power/Speed)*

Unclarity-Beyond From Death, Your Time Is…. (Melodic Death/Heavy)*

Species-To Find Deliverance (Thrash)*

Amken-Passive Aggression (Thrash)*

Tad Morose-March of the Obsequious (Heavy Power/Progressive)*

Eaten by Sharks-Eradication (Technical Death)*

Becoming the Archetype-Children of the Great Extinction (Melodic Death/Deathcore)*

Align the Tide-Hollow (Melodic Death)*

Anchillys-Elan Vital (Technical Death)*

CB3-Exploration (Doom/Sludge)*

Consumption-Necrotic Lust (Death)*

Dreadnought-The Endless (Progressive, Black, Post)*

Endonomos-Endonomos (Doom/Death)*

Santa Cruz-The Return of the Kings (Hard Rock/Glam)*

Northmoon-Shadowlord-My Soft Vision in Blood (Black)*

Lugnet-Tales From the Great Beyond (Hard Rock)*

Worthy of a listen if you enjoy the genre

My Soliloquy-Fu3ion (Progressive/Power)

No Faith in Fortune-Dysthymia (Metalcore/Symphonic)

Begrime Exemious-Rotting in the Aftermath (Black/Death)

Blessed Hellride-Hellfire Club (Heavy)

Mental District-Back to Life (Heavy)

Grave Digger-Symbol of Eternity (Heavy Power)

Blood of Indigo-Dawn of the Shaded World (Extreme Symphonic)

Malamorte-Omen (Heavy)

Naked Soldier-Naked Soldier (Sludge/Hard Rock)

The Smoke Breaks-White Hot Electric Daddy (Hard Rock)

Wolf on Fire-Walk With Us (Hard Rock)

Pick of the Week was closer than it should have been this week but Brymir take it with 5 annoyed bulldog side eyes out of 5!

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shaributcher029-blog · 6 years ago

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palmajeanstaub · 3 years ago

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About Me

My name is Palma Jean. I moved to Milwaukee less than three weeks ago after growing up in the Adirondacks of New York. I am a second year student, currently enrolled in the Computer Science Program looking to venture in to Software Engineering Program. I transferred from a small college in Upstate New York, hoping that with a change in scenery, separation from things in my past that were dragging me down, and a new/ more structured form of education, I will find and build more successes for myself. COVID put a severe damper on my life, forced me to change life plans a couple dozen times. I am glad I have finally broken away from all of that and made my way to Milwaukee.

I was looking forward to taking an Art based class this semester, as my previous 3 semesters have only been core course work for my previous academic focus- Cybersecurity. I have taken a lot of joy in doing things like photography, artistic editing, and even creating logos for small businesses and gamers/ E-Sports members. I have what I would consider a somewhat decent photography set up, I cannot wait for spring so I can go out and explore the city and take photos. I enjoy looking at various examples of fashion design and interior design. When I was younger I massed ridiculous amounts of Pinterest boards filled with different design ideas ranging from minimalist, to boho chic, urban and black and gold. I truly had no intention of ever using those boards as inspiration for design in my own life, it was just a small way to escape into something when I needed to do so.

At some point down the road I want to build a massive customized barndominium with a very large attached work shop. I am very picky when it comes to things like that, so even though I am far away from making that happen, I have already collected ideas for what I may want the custom home to look like. There are many floor plans that already exist that I like to a certain degree, but they just aren’t quite what I am looking for. I think that there might be some things within this design course that could present itself as useful knowledge in the future for various things in my life.

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lindseyswhimsys · 4 years ago

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Clare Island summer 2020

Surfacing from Clew Bay’s water, the sea is in my nostrils and weighting my eyelashes. I gasp from cold, opening my eyes slowly to clear them of salt. After this momentary immersion in the mysterious underwater, I see my world.

A different world! People say when I tell them where I’m from, and where I live now. When I say I’m from New York, people think of skyscrapers and taxicabs. The truth is I hardly know the city; I grew up in the woods of the Adirondacks, swimming away my summers in bath-warm lakewater with my adoring parents. But when I married an Irishman, more than an Irishman, an island man, I knew we’d eventually live on Clare Island in Co Mayo: that little piece of untouched paradise. We sold our New York house and most of the belongings we’d accumulated over nearly a decade there, packed up our brood of children and dog and headed to his childhood home to try out life there. That was five years ago.

How do you decide where home is? I once asked my German friend who has also made her home on Clare Island and raises her children alongside mine now. We are old friends, kindred spirits. I turn to her in my darkest moments and she gives me straightforward insight. Home is where you make it, she answered me then.

The home we know here on Clare Island is largely based on community interaction. With about 85 fulltime residents, everyone plays their part. My husband and I are involved in many groups and our children have a busy schedule too. Before the lockdown, we were set-dancing on Saturday evenings, practicing for the spring play, attending various board meetings and mass whenever the priest could get in to the island. When the “stay at home” order was issued in March 2020, everything came to a halt. Reports of illness kept us glued to the radio. My first, fear-fuelled instinct was to get back to my parent’s lakehouse, to shelter this there with them.

But we didn’t, couldn’t go. We have cows, chickens, dogs, sheep to look after. We have children who hoped to return to school quickly, even though of course they pretended to be delighted with the unexpected “holiday”. We live in an old cottage where, without occupants, spiders and mold take a more serious foothold.

We did what everyone else in the country did. Painted. Made a few loaves of sourdough before the starter bubbled over, ignored, under a damp dishtowel. The children flooded the house with origami creations and had Zoom calls with their grandparents. The weather brightened, and the fields filled up with new white lambs: the sight of them filling our bleak lives with hope.

Then it was summer holidays. The challenges of online learning on break; restrictions still not allowing our usual summer pilgrimage back to my parent’s lakehouse. How could I mark this time that had already stretched on so long? How could I make this summer, summer?

But summer makes itself. My husband fishes in his currach every other day, lifting lobster pots and catching pollock or mackerel. My children eat a combination of the best and worst of foods… we work in the garden and eat our own lettuce and broadbeans, we fry fish. We also eat ice cream and frozen chips from the local shop on days we are playing or gardening too much to cook. An aunt brings bags of lollipops and sweets from the mainland, which the children haven’t set foot on since before Christmas. We travel the island… we romp in fields of heather, hike the hills, cycle the same two roads again and again. The playground re-opens, a sign of freedom for the children. And we swim.

Every day I swim hopefully in the cold sea. Sea swimming, the sea swimmers tout, raises you up out of depression; soothes the sting of loss; empowers you. Many days the sky is as wet as the sea and I have to blink and blink to see around me. Sometimes I swim in the morning, on my own, after a run. The water feels like silk and I smell my sweat clearing from me in the clean green depths. Most days I swim with my children, who become bold and confident: putting their heads under and rolling in the waves. There are two main places we swim: the strand, which is Clare Island’s popular blue flag sandy beach. At low tide you can practically walk out to the large boats tied at the pier. Crabs scuttle underfoot. At high tide, it takes ten minutes to swim across only the beach: a seemingly endless stretch of cold. The children jump from the pier screeching.

But the more beloved spot for me is the castle cove: a smaller and rockier curve of beach underneath famous Grainuaile’s ancient castle which sits sturdily on its cliff perch, its black window holes like old eyes that have seen everything. This pandemic? Only a lesser disaster in the great span of history. It is a scramble to get down the crumbling rocks but once you are within the cove, life is at its wildest, quietest beauty. When I swim here, time stops and becomes only the moment I swim in: some days laps of grey waves and slurping tide, others long stretches of glittering sand and exposed rock pools for the children to explore. But on the best days, the green water fills with sunlight like a tropical haven.

I miss my parents. I think of them every time I come down to this cove, of how their eyes would fill as they watch us swim. But I know too, they would not be at home here. It would be a moment of wonder for them, an observation of a different world. For me, as I jump with my children and laugh at our echoing laughs against the rocks I am becoming, like them, happier and more confident every day. In spite of what I can’t control: the pandemic looming like storm clouds, I can swim. I can make my summer.

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kramerkai69344 · 4 years ago

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Adirondack Chair

Nothing summarizes the relaxing feeling of sitting outdoor in nature, at the lake, inside the mountains, with the aid of the seashore, than that feeling of leaning waaaayyyy lower back and kicking your toes up in a traditional adirondack chair. The traditional, cozy design of the adirondack chair has made them an outdoor favourite for greater than a century. The adirondack chair logically sufficient were given its start inside the adirondack mountains and location of upstate ny. The style of chair changed into first created by using thomas lee inside the early 1900s. He owned wesport mountain spring and became searching out the best lawn chair, and he discovered it within the low slung body, the big sloping back, and the extensive arm rests that symbolize even our cutting-edge adirondack chair, even though the layout remains essentially unchanged over the interceding decades.

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That is a foldable chair product of western purple cedar. The royal is their "best adirondack chair" , and it sells for $220 unstained. It has a lightly curved returned and seat and is extensive, able to maintaining up to 350 lbs. Their starter chairs begin at around $one hundred ten for a primary white model ($60 greater for footrest) to well over $2 hundred for fancier models. We fancied the hyre's united states haven 111 for $two hundred, with its handsome curved lines, contoured lower back, and strong mahogany creation. Sadly, it does come unassembled and requires a few paintings, but the final product is nicely really worth the attempt.

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drondskaath · 1 year ago

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Thymata | Embraced by Death | 2023

International Black Metal

Artwork by Beges

https://thymata.bandcamp.com/album/embraced-by-death

#Thymata #Embraced by Death #International Black Metal #Swedish Black Metal #Greek Black Metal #Black Metal #music #band #art #artwork #artist #Beges #Adirondack Black Mass

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Christ Climbed Down by Lawrence Ferlinghetti Christ climbed down from His bare Tree this year and ran away to where there were no rootless Christmas trees hung with candycanes and breakable stars Christ climbed down from His bare Tree this year and ran away to where there were no gilded Christmas trees and no tinsel Christmas trees and no tinfoil Christmas trees and no pink plastic Christmas trees and no gold Christmas trees and no black Christmas trees and no powderblue Christmas trees hung with electric candles and encircled by tin electric trains and clever cornball relatives Christ climbed down from His bare Tree this year and ran away to where no intrepid Bible salesmen covered the territory in two-tone cadillacs and where no Sears Roebuck creches complete with plastic babe in manger arrived by parcel post the babe by special delivery and where no televised Wise Men praised the Lord Calvert Whiskey Christ climbed down from His bare Tree this year and ran away to where no fat handshaking stranger in a red flannel suit and a fake white beard went around passing himself off as some sort of North Pole saint crossing the desert to Bethlehem Pennsylvania in a Volkswagen sled drawn by rollicking Adirondack reindeer and German names and bearing sacks of Humble Gifts from Saks Fifth Avenue for everybody’s imagined Christ child Christ climbed down from His bare Tree this year and ran away to where no Bing Crosby carollers groaned of a tight Christmas and where no Radio City angels iceskated wingless thru a winter wonderland into a jinglebell heaven daily at 8:30 with Midnight Mass matinees Christ climbed down from His bare Tree this year and softly stole away into some anonymous Mary’s womb again where in the darkest night of everybody’s anonymous soul He awaits again an unimaginable and impossibly Immaculate Reconception the very craziest of Second Comings

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wineanddinosaur · 4 years ago

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We Asked 11 Beer Pros: What’s the Best New Beer You’ve Had This Summer?

In case you missed it, summer 2020 came in the middle of a global pandemic. In a period that has required following safety measures, including mask wearing and social distancing, many of the season’s pastimes that so often accompany beer — barbecues, beach days, ballgames — have looked different or been abandoned altogether.

The custom of beating the summer heat with a refreshing drink, too, has taken on unconventional forms amid the coronavirus pandemic, as most states have temporarily loosened laws around takeout and delivery alcohol, a small lifeline for a handicapped food-and-beverage industry struggling to survive.

Craft brewers, for instance, have been battered by evaporated on-premises sales at taprooms, bars, and restaurants. In a survey of its members conducted by the Brewers Association in April, the majority did not believe they could stay in business for three months if current conditions continued. And, as a cost-cutting measure, data shows innovation has slowed: Almost half as many new beer releases, themselves an earmark of small, independent American breweries, are being registered compared to the same period last year due to Covid-19.

Still, producers are pushing through the crisis — for one, they’re adopting creative ways of packaging and selling in a constantly changing regulatory landscape. And, as we share below, many brewers are still releasing new offerings, helping beer lovers salvage the sublime joy of summer imbibing.

So, with this far-from-normal summer nearing its end, we asked brewers across the country to tell us about the beers that impressed them the most so far.

“Let’s be honest: Summers in Phoenix are BRUTALLY hot. Like, working the deep fryer inside of a food truck parked at the gates of Hell hot. It’s a type of heat that’s so intense, only those who experience it know how truly awful it is — and why liquid solace is needed. For me this summer it came from Humble Seas’ West Coast-leaning pilsner, Beverly Krills 90210. Dry-hopped with a nice blend of American and noble varieties, it’s a great example of what a contemporary American pilsner can be: Dry, sessionable, with subtle fruity hop aromatics, and the perfect amount of balanced maltiness. The head retention absolutely begs for a slow pour so you can build those nice frothy, aromatic peaks, almost like Arizona’s mountainous landscape.” — Kyle Kreig, Taproom Manager, Wren House Brewing Co., Phoenix

“With everything that’s been going on, it’s been incredibly important to find joy in the little things. I definitely found a bit of joy this summer in Tripping Animals’ joint can release, Am I A Cat? and Am I A Dog? It’s ‘90s cartoon nostalgia meets experimental beer cuvée, where both are designed to stand alone and also be mixed. Both titles had the same sour base and coconut additions. But the Cat was conditioned on blueberry and pomegranate, and the Dog pineapple and key lime. Once you combined them, it was like a perfectly tart key lime pie with a berry reduction on top! Changing the ratios of the cuvée made each drink exciting, playful, and unique. I had a lot of fun drinking something so interactive and flavorful!” — Susie Bennett, Quality Assurance Analyst, Motorworks Brewing, Bradenton, Fla.

“To support the Black Lives Matter movement, several brewers have stepped up and launched initiatives to speak about and work toward combating the racial injustice we face. Weathered Souls’ Black Is Beautiful ignited this large-scale industry support and it has been astronomical, while more recent efforts such as the ongoing, open-source project BREATHING : CONVERSATIONS from Finback in New York will go deeper into the route of problems, and further push necessary change. Knowing the people at Finback, it isn’t a brewery to make a beer to appease BIPOC and not seem racist, or to follow ‘woke’ trends, but to effectively bring forward conversations and ideas that aren’t comfortable, but need to be had.” — James Higgs, Brand Ambassador, Forager Brewery, Rochester, Minn.

“Saaz Off Shotgun, a Czech-style pilsner from Radicle Effect Brewerks, was my go-to summer beer. Radicle is a nanobrewery, so it doesn’t put out too many lagers. But luckily for some small brewers, Covid-19 allowed them to have extra time to lager. Saaz Off was released right when patios started to open back up here, and it was the perfect way to bring some normalcy back. Crispy, and all of the character from the Saaz hops shine.” — Glenn Cole, Brand Ambassador, Midwest Ale Works, East Moline, Ill.

“Weathered Souls’ Black Is Beautiful initiative unified over 1,000 breweries this summer to take a stance and bring awareness to the systemic issues that challenge communities of color. This led to an incredible lineup of varying stout recipes, like ours, in tandem with Trillium Brewing, aged on a bed of Papua New Guinea vanilla beans. Aside from our deliciousness, one Black Is Beautiful stout that really stood out was from two other Massachusetts beer makers, Vitamin Sea and Brockton. They put an extra twist on their version and went with a blackberry sour that had a complex yet subtle layering of marshmallow and chocolate whirled into a deep dark color bursting with blackberry flavor. Well balanced and absolutely a memorable beer.” — Ray Berry, Founder and President, White Lion Brewing, Springfield, Mass.

“Key Brewing’s Semi Charmed takes me back to the time when pale ales and Northwest hops ruled the beer land. Light amber in color, with distinct maltiness and assertive bitterness presented harmoniously. The Baltimore tie-in to ‘Charm City’ also tells a great story.” — Rob Day, Senior Director of Marketing, Jack’s Abby Craft Lagers and Springdale Beer Co., Framingham, Mass.

“At the start of summer, my girlfriend and I drove up from Texas to a cabin nestled on a lake in the Adirondacks. On the way, we spent the night at my old stomping grounds, in northern Virginia, to stay with a friend. To my delight, she had a case of Aslin beers waiting for me. Aslin’s That’s Facts, a pilsner dry-hopped with Waimea and Motueka hops, became my go-to adventure beer. Though everything we drank during that time tasted better thanks to the setting and company, That’s Facts was the one I kept reaching for when hiking or kayaking, or when sunset was involved. And just like our time quarantining on the lake, my 4-pack of this crispy pilsner was thoroughly enjoyed, finished way too soon, and left me craving more. And that’s facts.” — Eli Traks, Photography and Social Media Manager, Turning Point Beer, Bedford, Tex.

“My pick is the Big Ditch and Ommegang collaboration, Superior Helles. Of course, any well-crafted helles is a sublime summer crusher, but these two Upstate New York brewers took it to the next level with the deft addition of Hallertau Blanc and Bavaria Mandarina hops, which together layer a delicate aroma of noble hops and tropical fruit atop a sound, cracker-y malt base which adds a soft sweetness. The beer is a perfect accompaniment to a sweltering day, yet also holds its own in a food-pairing situation with lighter summer fare such as a salad or pasta primavera. Prost!” — Ethan Cox, Founder, Community Beer Works, Buffalo, N.Y.

“As a brewer who likes to spend their spare time hiking and camping, I like to reach for beers that I can pack easily and are the ones I’ll wanna drink when I get to a lake or summit. That beer for me this summer is Kolsch 4.5, by Logsdon Farmhouse Ales. I’ve had an admiration for Logsdon since getting into craft beer, with its ability to produce beautiful saisons and mixed-culture beers. The Washington [State] brewery moved facilities and has expanded to brewing styles like IPAs and lagers. Kolsch 4.5 is a perfect example of the team’s rounded ability to make a delicate, crisp, and refreshing German-style ale that can be taken with you on any adventure. And yes, it’s really 4.5 percent ABV. And no, it doesn’t come with Zig-Zags.” — Anne Aviles, Brewer, Breakside Brewery, Portland, Ore.

“My pick is from Nashville’s one-man operation, Barrique Brewing and Blending. Joel Stickrod’s BBA [bourbon-barrel aged] Freeman Red is a traditional Flanders red initially aged on red muscadine grapes, then finished for an additional six months in a Wild Turkey barrel. The extended bourbon-barrel-aging adds some wonderful vanilla, char, and whiskey character to a style that is oft overstated and can tiptoe the line of aggression.” — Dylan Field, Operations, Southern Grist Brewing Company, Nashville

“White Sangria Hut, from Half Acre’s Wyld program. This open-fermented, oak-aged saison was racked onto Michigan peaches and Pinot Gris must, and then introduced to Cara Cara orange peels. It offers tons of bright, exotic, tropical flavors — kiwi, peach, coconut, citrus — and truly makes you feel like you are sitting beachside somewhere on the coast of Spain. It has definitely provided the greatest degree of escape from the confines of summer quarantine in Chicago. It’s hard to tell while sipping, but this beer also packs a hefty 10 percent ABV. And though that is typically a bit higher alcohol than I like in my day-to-day beer, it’s exactly what I want when I‘m pretending to lounge around on a faraway beach.” — Averie Swanson, Founder and Brewer, Keeping Together, Chicago

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