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as we watch planes takeoff - rowaelin month day one.

ao3 || masterlist || rowaelin month '22 masterlist 

prompt: songfic. based on cop car by sam hunt.

word count: 2319

trigger warnings: language, police presence.

tag list: @rowaelinscourt @live-the-fangirl-life  @rowaelinismyotp  @rowanaelin  @fireheartwhitethorn4ever  @elentiyawhitethorn  @autumnbabylon @leiawritesstories

 

on the road, just before dusk.

Aelin Ashryver Galathynius knew one thing. She was immediately obsessed and addicted to the feeling of Rowan Whitehorn’s hand on her bare thigh. She loved the thick fingers, the wide knuckles, and the grip they had on her. She loved the faint green and blue of his veins she could spot through the skin of his hand. She also loved the way those veins twined up and around his forearms.

She just fucking loved his arms, his wrists, his hands, his fingers.

She especially loved all those things he could do with his fingers. To her very own body.

But here they were, his fingers gripping her thigh which was closest to the centre console, the windows down and her hair flicking this way and that in the wind, his sunglasses pulled down over those pretty, pretty eyes of his as they drove toward the sunset.

A giddy giggle escaped her, finger flying up to her face to catch it, simultaneously pulling the strands that have crisscrossed over her face away. She couldn’t believe it, couldn’t quite contain herself. She reigned in the urge to let out a ‘whoop’, whilst tossing her hair around in the wind.

The sun was a blazing ball, cocooned by the tarmac, the trees, and the clouds, and the glow of the just-emerging moon. Her mind jumped from thing to thing, her skin hypersensitive, her senses over-aware of where Rowan was sitting.

Where he was sat, looking far too relaxed, far too cool, driving with one hand on the wheel.

Because, of course, his other arm was bent at an awkward angle to keep his hand on her thigh. A low, thudding base drifted through the car, her fingers tapped against one another in time, whilst Rowan’s did so against the steering wheel.

As they veered left, she slid her sunglasses to the top of her head, twisting her body so she could face Rowan, so she could see where they were turning into. Along barbed-wire-topped, metal chain link fences sat many impossible-to-ignore ‘NO TRESPASSING’ signs, but they navigated past them and into the field without a pause.

“I can feel your excitement from here, Ace. You look gorgeous with that mischief in your eyes.” His voice was deep, washing over her in waves that sent shivers down her spine, and heat through her core.

“Don’t you sweet talk me, Whitehorn. Don’t you dare. I am breaking the law so that we can wish upon planes taking off. I am risking the very foundation of my relationship with my parents to do this, so don’t. You. Dare.” The last few words fell out on a snarl, her eyes narrowed dramatically while her lips twitched playfully.

She jumped, nearly from her fucking skin, when a fingertip slid down her jawline, before dragging down the soft, pliable flesh of her neck. “What’s that crazy head’a yours thinking about now, honey? It better be about how damn good I look in this shirt–it is, after all, the one you love so much.”

A dazzling smile filled her field of vision, all braces-straightened teeth and slightly cracked teenaged lips. A flash of minty breath passed over her before she releases a breathy sigh, followed by a breathless, “Do tell me, kind sir, why is it that you’re wearing the shirt, I simply cannot stop wonderin’?” The southern twang she’d always felt was too strong, was in fact far too weak, when compared to the full-bodied accent Rowan had, complete a vocabulary of phrases no one had heard since cowboys in the ‘50s.

“For all the right reasons, don’t worry that head, miss Galathynius.” She loved the teasing in his voice, loved it so.

The rumble of Rowan’s ancient truck had quietened, only the chirping of crickets, and the bird song to keep them company. Her eyes darted from window to window, trying to take in as much as she could.

Parked in an abandoned field, now owned by the airport next to it, they were alone. The air in the cab of the truck was calm, the two of them sat still, just taking it all in. The views and the sounds; the realities and the risks of what they were doing.

Aelin had always wanted to come here, she had begged and pleaded as a child, as a preteen (she was so desperate that even as an awkward preteen she wanted to be here) to be brought here. But she had always been turned down. Always been denied the absolute pleasure she knew she would find here.

But here she and Rowan were, on their fifteenth date in three months, breaking the law already. She had some inkling that this date would end up being the one to set the precedent for their entire relationship and some. She let her head rock back to lean against the leather, whilst still looking at the joyous person who was her boyfriend.

It felt crazy to say, that she, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, had a fucking boyfriend. But godsdamn, did she have the best one. The kind of boyfriend who would risk jail time for her, who would risk everything just to fulfil a wish she’s had since she was five.

Dusk had rolled in quickly, the colours of the clouds changing constantly. She relished watching the colours stroll on by, enraptured by the sheer power the sun could capture, the light walking across the impossible expanse of sky she’d looked up at every day.

“Excited?” questioned Rowan, his thumb stroking across her thigh, his eyes drifting from feature to feature as he took in the image of her.

“So. I really can’t express to you how much this means to me, that you’re here with me. I really never thought I’d find someone who would want to wish upon a plane taking off with me.”

With soft lips, he planted a kiss on her cheek. Both their eyes fluttered closed as they basked in the emotions they were feeling, the feelings they didn’t quite understand.

The ambience was broken when Rowan swung his door open, closing it gently so that the locking mechanism barely made a sound. She thanks him for it with a small smile, a subtle one. He knows that slamming doors send panic through her veins, knows that raised voices and smashing glasses put goose bumps on her arms.

He just knows her.

Entirely. Completely.

Her heart beat like the bass of a song she’d dance to at a party, and her head thumped like she was drunk. But it was all eclipsed when her door opened, and she was lifted with–both shocking and apt– ease into the arms of the only man she’s ever trusted.

A hand grasped her own, the connection sending her to another planet, whilst another snuck around her middle to unbuckle her seatbelt in the smoothest show of chivalry she’d ever seen. And Aelin had watched her fair share of movies.

“C’mon,” he whispered, wrapping her legs around his waist, and hoisting her up. He shut her door with a booted foot and made his easy way around to the bed. With her newfound height, she could make out pillows and blankets lining the unforgiving metal and plastic of the bed.

The fire in her heart crackled and spat as she thought back to all the late nights they had spent talking to each other, sharing their hopes and dreams, cuddled together like puzzle pieces. She’d never felt that sort of dedication, that absolute joy and happiness to be with her before.

The thrill of Rowan listening to her and putting effort into making her dreams come true filled her heart more than she could have ever imagined.

Before she could even think another thought beyond the overwhelming gratitude, she was placed on the lowered tailgate and his arms were tensing to pull himself up onto it. An awkward shuffle full of laughter and stomach stitches and collapsing into one another later, they snuggled into the back of the truck bed, heads leaning against pillows, limbs tangled together like messy strings of fate.

Like all the messy strings of fate that have managed to tangle Rowan and Aelin together.

It seemed like hours had passed, as they whispered to one another, lazy pointer fingers gesturing vaguely at the sky as they watched the planes flitting around the world. They shout out the animals they could see in the cotton candy clouds.

And when the planes take off, she mumbles wishes under her breath.

And Rowan was close enough to her that he hears them, but he pretended not to; tries to forget them, because he knows that the blonde beauty in his arms believed vehemently that a wish known by another person, was a wish that does not come true.

It’s her tenth wish of the same thing (and the tenth plane she’s wished on) when they were suddenly bathed in sensation. Blue and red lights splattered across her vision in a cruel show of power, whilst she placed her hands against her ears in a feeble attempt to block out the sirens that threatened to deafen her entirely.

The loud music she listened to when her parents fought had already done half the job for them.

With a spark in his eyes, her boyfriend turned to her, the very second, she turned to him, and mouthed the word ‘run’.

With hurried limbs, and hearts that were beating too fast (not because of the cop cars, obviously because of each other) they scrambled to be free of the height of the truck bed. In her Converse and his tired boots, they swung their arms forward and back, forward, and back, until they were panting and nearing the edge of the field.

With minds only half functioning, they were heading to the far corner of the field. The far corner of the field had no exit point. The bushes were only taller, and the barbed wire was only more menacing when you could see those spikes up close.

“Orynth Police Department, place your hands against the fence. Facing the fence!” An out-of-breath officer shouted, he was portly and yet still the quickest officer on the outdated force.

Aelin had to hand it to the man.

She truly did.

“Now kids, I have to ask, why did you run? My colleagues haven’t found any evidence of crimes beyond the obvious trespassing. I’m not quite understanding why.” The man was still catching his breath, hands grappling with his belt to find his handcuffs.

Aelin was quickly losing whatever admiration she’d had for the officer.

An indifferent shoulder raise moved its way through her body, whilst her mouth couldn’t seem to behave. “Figured running for it would make a good story, get me a little street cred, give me a wild story to tell the grandkids, but whaddya know? All it's gettin’ me is arrested. Mighty crazy, that is.”

the corner of the field, eleven o’clock.

Cool metal met warm flesh as he handcuffed Rowan’s arms behind his back, reading his rights to him as the officer radioed to his fellow officers that he had the situation under control. That the romantic teens were not in fact armed.

“Now, officer, why don’t we discuss this? Is this whole ‘arresting us’ thing really necessary? I mean, can’t you just slap us on the wrist, write a warning, and send us merrily on our way? Wouldn’t that be easier? Less paperwork for you could get home to your wife quicker.”

A chuckle left Rowan, disbelief that this crazy wild child girl was his girlfriend. Trust Aelin to try and sweet-talk an obviously seasoned police officer into letting them go.

With one hand around one arm of each of them, they were marched back to Rowan’s truck, and then further. An officer took Aelin around to the opposite side of the largest police car and pushed her into the backseat. Rowan restrained a growl at the rough handling, but before he could a hand was on top of his head, and he too was shoved into the backseat.

The second they were alone, laughter burst forth, bathing the car in the careless joy of teenage menaces. Despite their clean records, neither he nor Aelin were strangers to breaking the law.

Police officers filled the two front seats, and tried to quieten them down, but ultimately gave up. The innocence of him and Aelin just relishing in each other’s presence in the same backseat of the same cop car was enough to relax them some.

He threw jokes around at her, whilst she made fake passes at the officers and asked them if they had a light. They were light and easy despite the very real ramifications of their actions, and the crimes they could be tried for committing.

But caught in the moment, young and falling in love in the back of a cop car, neither could bring themselves to care.

Rowan wasn’t worried, as he watched Aelin’s nose twitch with an itch she could not scratch (and he laughed too hard at his own jokes he made about the situation). He couldn’t tear his eyes from the blonde of her eyelashes and the way he could pick them out in the dusky lighting. He was never going to be distracted again, as he watched Aelin exist, as she smiled, laughed, frowned, and sweet-talked her way into a telling-off from a middle-aged officer.

He was falling in love with her, deeply and irrevocably, and yet he was pretending this was the first he had heard it. That this was the beginning, when in fact that beginning was far too many years ago for him to remember exactly. Just a feeling of sudden warmth and belonging that he always felt when Aelin was nearby.

He wasn’t worried.

He was falling in love.

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One Dance {Rowaelin}

31 Days of Halloween: Day 8.

All installments co-written with @snelbz​

Based on a prompt sent in by anon: “whoops you’re wearing the same costume as my best friend, I did not mean to hug you and kiss your cheek, where is my friend?? but you’re cute so I mean, this is fine”

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Aelin entered the club, looking around for Dorian.

She’d gotten pissed when he texted saying that instead of waiting for her outside, he’d been dragged in by a grumpy Chaol who was upset over his breakup with Yrene and in desperate need of a drink.

Fine, she had texted back, but you better have a drink ready for me when I get there.

That’s what led her to the moment she stepped through the entryway and was looking for a tall pirate with two drinks in his hand. She wasn’t exactly sure what kind of pirate he had come as, but she assumed that Dorian would have gone all out.

He loved Halloween.

So, when she spotted a long, velvet pirate’s coat with a feathered pirate’s hat in the distance, she was running through the crowd toward him. 

She yelled his name, but the Monster Mash was turned up to max volume and his back remained pointed in her direction. 

“Dorian!” she yelled, again, as she approached him, throwing her arms around his neck and pecking a kiss against his cheek. 

Except, when she leaned back and her eyes opened, her smile fell.

The man looking down at her was not, in fact, Dorian and bore no resemblance to her best friend in any way, save for their tastes in costumes apparently.

The stranger’s eyebrows rose and she watched as his eyes took in her own costume. “I didn’t anticipate catching a mermaid tonight, but I guess stranger things could happen.”

Aelin was blushing so hard that she knew the tips of her ears were pink, and she blurted out, “I’m so sorry, my friend was supposed to be getting me a drink and he’s also a pirate.”

Not that I mind, she added, in her mind. You’re hot as hell. 

The stranger was looking around before the side of his lips twitched upward. “There are a lot of us, it seems, that found ourselves in a pirate costume.”

Aelin nodded, taking another short step back, considering she was still nearly pressed up against his body. “It is a classic.” 

“That it is,” he added, rubbing the back of his neck. “I, uh, it’s okay, by the way.”

Aelin lifted a brow. “Sorry?”

“You apologized for bombarding me,” he clarified. “I was just saying, you know, it’s okay.”

“Good,” Aelin breathed, that awkwardness swirling in the pit of her stomach like an unplanned hurricane. “I’m Aelin, by the way. In case you wanted to retell this story to your friends.”

He chuckled. “I’m Rowan.”

“Aelin!”

She turned and found Dorian and Chaol in a booth just a few feet away.

Chaol was dressed up as a cowboy, complete with the hat and boots and she knew that was Dorian’s doing, too. Speaking of her best friend, he held up a second glass that looked like it held whiskey and she said, “I guess that’s my cue. It was nice to meet you.”

“Is he your boyfriend?”

Aelin blinked and said, “What? Dorian? No, he’s just a friend.”

“And the depressed cowboy?” Rowan asked, his lips quirking up at the edges.

“Definitely not,” she laughed. “He’s just a friend.”

“Hmm,” Rowan went on, nodding slowly.

Aelin cleared her throat. “Yeah, so...do you want to join us?”

“Oh, I can’t,” he said, sighing. “My friends are about here, I was roped into a bros-Halloween. One of us got dumped.”

“Ah,” Aelin chuckled.

Rowan clarified, “It wasn’t me, by the way.”

Aelin chuckled, again, as Dorian called for her. “Aelin! Come on, your ice is melting!”

“I’ll see you around, then,” Aelin said. “Have fun.”

She liked to pretend that he was watching her hips sway as she walked toward the booth and plopped down next to Dorian. 

“Who was that?” Dorian asked, sipping from his bottle.

Aelin shrugged. “Someone I thought was you.”

He scoffed. “How could you ever mistake that generic knock off for this premium pirate product?” He gestured to his long coat and floppy hat.

She rolled her eyes and shoved him, drinking from the short glass. She looked at Chaol, sitting with his arms crossed and glaring at anyone who walked by. “How ya holding up?”

His eyes slid to her and Aelin wondered if it was possible to set someone on fire with just a gaze, because if so, she was dangerously close to becoming ashes.

“Right, well.” Aelin tossed her drink back, swallowing it in one big gulp. “I’m going to get another drink and then Dor, we’re gonna dance.”

Dorian groaned. “I don’t want to dance with you, Ace. If I dance with you, no other woman will dance with me because they’ll think we’re here together.” He gestured to the both of them, specifically at their unintentionally similarly themed costumes.

She rolled her eyes and stood. “Fine, but I’m still going to get another drink.”

She stood, and headed for the crowded bar.

It didn’t take long for the bartender to take notice of her, Aelin in her sparkly sea-shell bra and long, turquoise tail. Her hair and makeup were also done to perfection, thanks to the fact that her cousin’s fiancée was a cosmetologist. 

Lysandra Ennar could do it all, including creating the perfect mermaid look. 

“Sex on the Beach!” she yelled, once the bartender asked what she wanted, deciding to keep the mermaid theme going, even with her beverages.

Besides, Sex on the Beach was one of her favorites. Definitely in the top ten. 

A moment later, as she was waiting, a low voice rang in her ear. “Already onto drink number two?”

Aelin spun around and was met with the halfway open shirt of Pirate Rowan.

Captain Rowan?

She assumed he owned his own ship.

A large one, at that.

“Of course,” she crooned. “It’s a party, isn’t it?” 

“I suppose it is,” he agreed. “What are you drinking?”

Aelin cocked her head to the side. “Why do you ask?”

Rowan’s smile was small, devious. “I just want to know what to ask the bartender to make for you next time your drink runs out.”

Aelin shook her head, slowly. “Sex on the Beach.”

Rowan’s eyes wandered down her mermaid costume, then back up to her eyes. “Got a theme going on?” 

“Of course.” Aelin shrugged. “The whiskey was delicious, but a mermaid drinking whiskey? Not so realistic.”

Rowan’s eyes narrowed. “And a mermaid drinking Sex on the Beach?”

Aelin’s eyes lit up. “Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?” 

He chuckled and she asked, “Where are your friends?”

He looked behind them, in the direction of more booths lining the walls. “One is sulking in the booth, two are playing pool, and…” He paused and looked around. “One is making out with someone on the dance floor.”

A laugh sputtered from Aelin. “Your poor heartbroken friend is miserable.”

“Oh, that’s not the heartbroken one,” Rowan chuckled, tossing a thumb over his shoulder, towards his friend with dark hair, not even wearing a costume, looking like he would rather be anywhere else. “He’s just a crabby, piece of shit.” He turned and pointed to the blonde guy with his tongue down a woman’s throat.  “That’s the one who got dumped.”

“Oh,” Aelin chuckled. “He seems to be moving on.”

“Moving on or happily forgetting, one of the two,” Rowan chuckled.

Aelin’s drink was placed in front of her on the bar and she happily took a sip from the glass. “Did you come here for a drink?”

Rowan hesitated. “Something like that.”

Aelin took a long sip, her eyes remaining on his, before she asked, “Something like that?” 

“Are you in a hurry to get back to your friends?” he asked, stepping closer to her. 

Aelin looked over his shoulder, to where Chaol was still moping in their booth, and to Dorian, where he was now dancing with a girl dressed as a slutty vampire. 

“Depends why you’re asking,” Aelin answered, at last. 

Rowan looked at Aelin for a long moment before motioning to the bartender, who hurried off to fulfill Rowan’s needs.

Aelin was impressed. “On a first name basis with the bartender?”

Rowan reached behind her, to the glass of scotch that was sitting on the bar. ”Something like that.” 

“Something like that?” Aelin chuckled.

Rowan took a long, slow drink from his glass. “Dance with me.” 

Aelin took one more look at Dorian, who was holding the hips of the blonde vampire, his eyes closed, having the time of his life.

“One dance,” Aelin said, and Rowan took her hand. 

They placed their glasses on the bar and took off, going into the middle of the Halloween-chaos. Aelin wasn’t sure what to think about Rowan. At first glance, she wouldn’t think he was the type to let himself loose on the dancefloor, and maybe it was just his alcohol consumption, but Rowan certainly knew how to move. 

One dance quickly became two turned into three. At one point, Rowan pulled her to the bar again for drinks, but they ended up back on the dance floor a few minutes later. Aelin wanted to sit down, but didn’t want Rowan to stop touching her, didn’t want him to stop holding onto her hips like he was.

Her feet were killing her, but she quickly decided that she didn’t care. 

Aelin continued to dance with Rowan, continued to drink with Rowan, continued flirting with him until her cheeks were hurting from smiling so much. 

After a while, she looked over to make sure her friends didn’t mind that she was off with some strange guy.

Dorian was now dancing with a woman dressed as Princess Peach.

Chaol was laying on top of the table of their booth, sipping from a tall glass of whiskey. 

“You know, I thought tonight was going to be shit!” Rowan said, into Aelin’s ear above the music. 

“Yeah?” she asked, her arms around his neck. 

“Yeah,” he said, his lips brushing her ear, making her toes curl. “I’m dressed as a pirate at a nightclub, for the gods’ sake.”

Aelin tilted her head back as she laughed. “And now, what? It’s not shit?”

Rowan smiled, softly, and Aelin had no idea that someone in a fake pirate hat could look so incredibly sexy.

She didn’t hesitate, leaning up on her toes, pressing her lips to his. One of his hands slid into her hair and the other was pressed into the small of her back. Aelin melted into him, clutching at his shoulders. After a minute, she pulled away.

“No,” he breathed. “Not shit at all.”

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❤️ - What's your sexuality/gender identity?🧡 - Are you out to your parents?💛 - Who was the first person you came out to?💚 - Who's your best friend?💙 - Do you have any pride merch? (flags, clothes, bracelets, etc)💜 - Have you been to a pride parade?💗 - How are you feeling right now?

❤️: what’s your sexuality/gender identity?

I’m polyam aro and uh. gender sure is something I probably have!

🧡: are you out to your parents?

yep! kinda. they know I’m aro and they know I’m trans and I admitted to my mom that I don’t know what the fuck my gender is at this point but I just hang w my dad because like. it just doesn’t come up and it’s not an Issue.

💛: who was the first person you came out to?

I think I’ve typed out EVERYTHING before so the first person I came out to in any way was MD.

💚: who’s your best friend?

fool. coward. why would I restrict myself to just one? the squad includes @deadcellsman @wolfa542 @rhombusyongus and @rowan-at, in order by how quickly I remember their urls. okay maybe I play favorites sometimes but you’ll never be able to prove anything. not unless you check my dms. but I have enough love in my heart for them all.

💙: do you have any pride merch?

I do! I have a large trans flag, a big ol’ aro flag, a medium-ish ace flag, several handheld rainbow flags, and an old handheld bi flag someone gave me. I also have some pronoun pins, a “shy, bi, and ready to cry” pin I have yet to gift, a trans flag pin, a pride hat that I stuck a trans heart sticker on, another trans heart sticker on my (school) binder, a trans lanyard, and several bracelets I made (rainbow, trans, aro, and ace)! technically not pride merch but still deserve a mention: black and rainbow fishnet gloves, several rainbow rings, various rainbow chokers, a flannel shirt that’s bi flag colors I bought a long time ago and haven’t gotten rid of, and a keychain of Asra from The Arcana that says “gender is an illusion” on it that I bought from pukaparade at kumoricon! it’s very cute. honorable mention to my rainbow lava lamp too lmao.

💜: have you been to a pride parade?

nope. never actually caught a parade. general pride festivities yes though!

💗: how are you feeling right now?

stressed but living. I continue to laugh at unwholesome cowboy discussion. also I have therapy later today so that’ll be somethin.

[missmungoe]

Sooo Rowan's met Ace and will soon be meeting Luffy, but will Sabo show up in Mnemosyne? (please say yes)

You’re in luck! He’s actually due to show up very soon.

“So why were you using the rooftop route?” Sabo asked her, as he finished wrapping her arm. The cut had stopped bleeding, or at least it wasn’t bleeding through his cravat, although he made a mental note to get her a better bandage. Grinning, he raised his brows at her. “On the lam?”

She folded her lips, and he refrained from pointing out that she wasn’t denying the suggestion. Instead, “The ship I work on docked here,” she explained. “I was just going to look around, but then I thought I saw someone I recognised, so I ran. That’s when I, er, fell on you.” Her cheeks coloured, bright pink under her pale freckles, before she mumbled, “I thought that awning could hold my weight.”

Nodding wisely, “I’ve been there,” Sabo said. “I’m just glad I ripped the fabric and not something else.”

Still smiling so as not to alert her that he had suspicions, he shared a look with Koala. And she wasn’t lying, exactly, but that she was sidestepping a big portion of the truth couldn’t be more obvious. Her face practically broadcasted it.

Then, with what he hoped was disarming cheer, “You look a little young to have mortal enemies,” he told her, only half joking. Pirates came younger and younger these days, and he was getting into his share of trouble at her age, and that just within the Revolutionary Army. Gods only knew what he would have been like, left to roam the seas without supervision.

She shook her head, although he couldn’t tell if it was at the part about her being young, or the mortal enemies one. In the shade of the alley, her hair didn’t look as red as it had in the sun, although it still seized the eye, fire-bright where it clung close to the delicate curve of her skull. It also looked sloppily cut, like someone had hastily taken a pair of shears to it.

Glancing up at Koala found her frowning, as though thinking the same thing, although the tight line of her mouth said enough about where her thoughts had gone.

“It’s just someone who’s looking for me,” she told them, as though that was in any way a normal thing to say for a girl who barely looked to be ten years old, unless she was playing hide-and-seek, but Sabo didn’t have to ask her to know that wasn’t the case. And despite the wavering smile she attempted, the careful omission of a reason made him pause. Her unnervingly large eyes were bruised with a fear she was trying to hide, although her bravado did nothing but highlight that she was obviously scared, as she told them quietly, “I ran away from him.”

His smile dropped, as his expression darkened. “And he’s here?” Sabo asked her, and before she could reply, “Point him out to me. I’ll kick his ass.” He pointed to Koala. “Or she will. He won’t be walking after that.”

Mouth agape now, she looked like she didn’t know what to do with that response, but Sabo only forged on. “What does this guy look like?”

Her eyes jumped between them where they crouched, a myriad of thoughts pulling her expression between decisions, showing relief and suspicion, although her gaze kept fleeting to Koala, as though she was more inclined to trust her than him. Sabo didn’t blame her, though; the fake moustache probably did make him look like a skeevy perv.

Observing her indecision, his frown deepened. Something about her face struck him as familiar, taking in the big, doe-brown eyes and the wide mouth, but he couldn’t put his finger on where he’d seen them before.

She met his eyes then, a decision made in the tight purse of her mouth, and, “He’s wearing an orange cowboy hat,” she said.

“I already hate this guy,” Sabo muttered.

“And he’s got tattoos. A whole bunch.”

“Classic delinquent,” Sabo agreed, nodding. Koala rolled her eyes, with something that sounded distinctly like you’re one to talk.

“He has devil fruit powers,” she said then, but despite the fear that widened her eyes, Sabo only smiled, and pointed to Koala.

“Yeah? Well I have her. And she throws a punch like a freight train, so I’d like to see this tattooed cowboy after she’s through with him.”

“Will you stop promising that I’ll make mulch of this guy?” Koala asked.

“Are you seriously telling me you’ll let him get off scot-free?”

“Oh no, I’ll make him hurt,” she retorted demurely. “But I’d like to do the promising, given that these are my fists.”

Sabo just grinned. “I’m just practicing my sale’s pitch. For my cute if violently inclined wife. Since you were accusing me of overselling the part earlier. I’m not overselling your fists, though. I’ve been punched by you before. I know what I’m talking about.”

The girl looked between them, dubious. “You’re married?”

Before Sabo could chime in, Koala cut him off with, “Not for much longer.”

“Not for much longer?” Sabo asked her, aghast, but she just ignored him. “For a fake wife, I’m feeling a lot of genuine hurt.”

“You’ll survive,” she chirped. Rising to her feet, she held out her hand. She didn’t reach for the girl’s, just offered her own, although the subtle gesture didn’t pass him by. “Come on,” she told her gently, and then to Sabo, “Whatever we do, we can at least make sure she gets back to her ship.”

She said nothing about the mission they were supposed to be doing, but Sabo didn’t point it out, already knowing the reason. Because even if they both saw the fear in her eyes, Koala recognised it differently. And so he let her take the lead, this time without complaining—although not without promising, and cheerfully,

“First guy I see wearing an ugly orange cowboy hat, I’m going yeehaw on his ass.”

[the-record-briefs]

Dec. 6, 2017: In other news

MerleFest lineup announced

MerleFest, presented by Window World, is proud to announce the initial lineup for MerleFest 2018, which will be held April 26 - 29. The annual homecoming of musicians and music fans returns to the campus of Wilkes Community College in Wilkesboro, North Carolina, in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. The complete lineup for MerleFest 2018 will be announced over the next few months. Today’s lineup announcement includes legendary artist Kris Kristofferson, Jamey Johnson, Robert Earl Keen, The Devil Makes Three, Balsam Range and the Atlanta Pops Orchestra Ensemble, “Mission Temple Fireworks Revival” featuring Paul Thorn & Band, the Blind Boys of Alabama and the McCrary Sisters, and many more. The 2018 Midnight Jam presented by The Bluegrass Situation on Saturday, April 28th will start at 10:30 p.m. and run well past midnight, with special hosts Town Mountain and Jim Lauderdale. This very popular after-hours hootenanny gathers many performers from the festival for impromptu artistic collaborations and one-of-a-kind superstar jams that have become legendary in the festival’s history.

 Kris Kristofferson – Kris Kristofferson is a three-time Grammy winner who has recorded 30 albums, including three with pals Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash and Waylon Jennings as part of the Highwaymen. Kristofferson has spent three decades performing concerts all over the world and achieved remarkable success as a country songwriter at the start of the 1970s. His songs helped redefine country songwriting, and by 1987, it was estimated that more than 450 artists had recorded Kristofferson’s compositions. In 1977, he earned a Golden Globe for Best Actor and has acted in more than 70 films to date. Kristofferson is a member of the Country Music Hall of Fame and has been recognized with the Songwriter Hall of Fame’s prestigious Johnny Mercer Award, the Johnny Cash Visionary Award, BMI’s Icon Award, the Francis Preston Music Industry Award, the PEN Song Lyrics of Literary Excellence Award, and a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award. Kristofferson is scheduled to play on Thursday.

 Jamey Johnson – Truth and tradition. These non-negotiable principles serve as the bedrock of the music of eleven-time Grammy-nominated singer-songwriter Jamey Johnson, called “one of the greatest country singers of our time,” by The Washington Post. Indeed, the Alabama native has been acknowledged by many as country music’s north star, guiding us down a path of confession and conflict to a place of reflection and redemption. He has received tremendous praise from The New York Times, Rolling Stone, The Wall Street Journal and other publications, many of which have hailed his albums as masterpieces. His influential album, “That Lonesome Song”, was certified platinum for 1 million in sales, and his innovative double album, “The Guitar Song”, which debuted at No. 1 on the country album charts, received a gold certification. In 2012, he released a Grammy-nominated project honoring one of his heroes, Living for a Song: A Tribute to Hank Cochran. He is one of only a few people in the history of country music to win two Song of the Year Awards – for “Give It Away” and “In Color” – from the Academy of Country  Music and the Country Music Association.  He has written singles for George Strait, Trace Adkins, James Otto, Joe Nichols and others. Jamey Johnson is scheduled to play on Friday.

 “MerleFest is proud to announce more than 75 artists who are part of the festival’s 2018 lineup, commemorating the 31st year of the festival. MerleFest welcomes back five special artists that have played all 31 years: Sam Bush, Jerry Douglas, Peter Rowan, Joe Smothers, and Jack Lawrence. The initial lineup reflects the musical diversity and quality of performers who are the hallmark of the festival,” says Steve Johnson, MerleFest Artist Relations Manager. MerleFest is known for its unique mix of traditional, roots-oriented music from the Appalachian region, including bluegrass and old-time music, Americana, blues, country, Celtic, Cajun, cowboy, zydeco, rock and many other styles that the late Doc Watson referred to as “traditional plus.” The full initial lineup includes the following:

 Aaron Burdett, Alberti Flea Circus, Andrew Collins Trio, Andy May, Ari Eisinger, Ashley Heath and Her Heathens, Banknotes, Bill Mathis, Bob Hill, Bryan Sutton, Brynmor, Cane Mill Road, Cardboard Fox, Carol Rifkin, Jeanette Queen, Mark Queen, Cathy Fink and Marcy Marxer, Charles Welch, Cicada Rhythm, David Holt and Josh Goforth, Dead Horses, Donna the Buffalo, Doolin, Elephant Sessions, Erin Harpe, Flatland Harmony Experiment, Frank Solivan & Dirty Kitchen, Fireside Collective, Gunner & Smith, Hannah Shira Naiman, Happy Traum, Horsemen Let's Ride, Hubby Jenkins, Hummingbird Crossing, Jack Lawrence, Jayme Stone's Folklife, Jeanette Williams Band, Jeff Little Trio, Jeffrey Foucault, Jody Carroll, Joe Mullins and the Radio Ramblers, Joe Smothers, Junior Appalachian Musicians Band, Laura Boosinger & The Midnight Plowboys, Lauren and Lane, Lindsay Lou, Lillian Chase, The Lonesome Ace Stringband, Lori King and Junction 63, Mark Bumgarner, Mike Aiken Band, Mitch Greenhill, My Bubba, The Note Ropers, Nu-Blu, Pete & Joan Wernick, Peter Rowan, Piper Jones, The Po Ramblin’ Boys, Richard Ray Farrell, Richie and Rosie, Rob Ickes & Trey Hensley, Robin and Linda Williams, Rosie & the Riveters, Roy Book Binder, Sam Bush Band, Sarah Jane Scouten, Savannah Smith and Southern Soul, Scythian, Sideline, Smitty and the JumpStarters, Steve and Ruth Smith, String Madness, T. Michael Coleman Band, Ted Olson, Tennessee Jed Fisher, Terry Baucom's Dukes of Drive, The Barefoot Movement, The BattleAxe Band, The East Pointers, The Hackwells, The InterACTive Theatre of Jef, The Kruger Brothers, The Lang Sisters, The Local Boys, The Lonely Heartstring Band, The Mastersons, The Midatlantic, The New River Drifters, The Waybacks, The Wildmans, Susana and Timmy Abell, Tony Williamson Band, Unspoken Tradition, Virginia Hollow, The Way Down Wanderers, Wayland, Wayne Henderson, Wesley Bright & The Honeytones, and Whitewater Bluegrass Company.

 Additional performers for MerleFest 2018 will be announced in the coming months. The lineup and performance schedule is accessible via MerleFest.org/lineup.

 Tickets for next year’s festival, as well as the Midnight Jam, go on sale at noon (EST) November 14, 2017, and may be purchased at www.MerleFest.org or by calling 1-800-343-7857. MerleFest offers a three-tiered pricing structure and encourages fans to take advantage of the extended early bird discount. Early Bird Tier 1 tickets may be purchased from November 14 to February 18, 2018 and Early Bird Tier 2 tickets from February 19 to April 25. Tickets will be sold using Tier 3 pricing at the gate during the festival.  

 About MerleFest

MerleFest was founded in 1988 in memory of renowned guitarist Eddy Merle Watson, the son of the late American music legend Doc Watson. MerleFest is a celebration of "traditional plus" music, a unique mix of traditional, roots-oriented sounds of the Appalachian region, including old-time, classic country, bluegrass, folk, gospel and blues, and expanded to include Americana, classic rock and many other styles. The festival hosts a diverse mix of artists on its 13 stages during the course of the four-day event. MerleFest has become the primary fundraiser for the WCC Foundation, funding scholarships, capital projects and other educational needs.

 About Window World

Window World, headquartered in North Wilkesboro, N.C., is America’s largest replacement window and exterior remodeling company, with more than 200 locally-owned offices nationwide. Founded in 1995, the company sells and installs windows, siding, doors and other exterior products, with a total of over 14 million windows sold to date. Window World is an ENERGY STAR partner, and its window products have earned the Good Housekeeping Seal for 10 consecutive years. Additionally, through its charitable foundation Window World Cares, the Window World family provides funding for St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital, which honored the foundation with its Organizational Support Award in 2017. Since its inception in 2008, Window World Cares has raised over $7 million for St. Jude. Window World, Inc., also supports the Veterans Airlift Command, a non-profit organization that facilitates free air transportation to wounded veterans and their families. For more information, visit www.WindowWorld.com or call 1-800 NEXT WINDOW. For home improvement and energy efficiency tips, décor ideas and more, follow Window World on Facebook and Twitter.

[mastersofthebrewniverse-blog]

Bändibrändätyt oluet #13...#22 ja muuta

Matkan varrelle on mahtunut muutamia musaoluita, joista ei suuremmin ole kerrottavaa, ovat kaukaa vuosien takaa tai jääneet muuten vaan väliin. Seuraavassa näitä. On niillä kaikilla sen verran mielenkiintoa, että jaksaa ne luetella pysyäkseen kartalla mitä kaikkea on aiheesta vastaan tullut. Muitakin bändibissejä on Suomessa nähty, mutta pidetään siitä kriteeristä kiinni, että on pitänyt itse maistaa olut päästäkseen listaukseen mukaan. Ihan hauska valita musiikkinäytteitä näille ja jotkut on maultaan oikeinkin inspiroivia.

Sisällys

1 Amorphis lager #13

2 AC/DC revisited #14

3 Iron Maiden Trooper #15 – The book of soul world tour

4 Marky Ramones pilsner #16

5 Osmo’s Cosmos #17

6 Tenkasen Iso Vaalee #18

7 Leningrad Cowboysit #19 ja #20

8 Paten tummat #21 ja #22

9 Muuta musaa pullon kyljessä

9.1 Teerenpelin Kymenlaakson laulu (4,7%)

9.2 VASPin Raskasta Joulua (4,5%)

9.3 Pyynikin Ruby Jazz Ale (4,7%)

9.4 Hamina Tattoo Saimaan Juomatehtaalta (4,6%)

Amorphis lager #13

Maku Brewingin 4,6% bändiolut. Cumulus humilis mediocrismäinen herkkä kesäpilven valkoinen vaahtopinta. Oluen runko puolestaan on vaalea ja samea. Joskus aiemmin maistettu Amorphiksen nimeä kantanut Makun olut oli jättänyt keskivertoa isomman odotuksen tälle seuraajalle. Ihan kuin tuoksussa yllättäen olisikin työntynyt pirskahtava korianteri tai appelsiininkuoren ilo. Maku sitten vei voimalla samaan suuntaan. Tuntui paljon enemmän belgian witiltä tai muulta vaalealta belgialelta kuin normilagerilta. Siispä tykkään! Ja juuri senkin takia, että ilmiasu ei kohdannut tavallista lagerin ennakkomielikuvaa. Varmaan teknisesti ottaen tämä on lageria ja siitä vaan. Putoaa hyvin ja se edeltävä kokemus ja odotusarvo Makun bändibissenä toteutuu.

Kotiolutharrastajan arvio: Panisin

  Biisivalintana etikettisloganin “Lager from the thousand lakes” innoittamana: 

AC/DC revisited #14

Kaunis esteettinen juoma (5,0%), nätti puhdas muotohakuinen vaahto, kestää. Tämä yksilö on positiivisesti yllättävä peruslager, maltaisuutta ja humalaisuuttakin on, kirkas. Voisi sopia vanhakantaisiin volyymijuominkeihin tai saunajuomaksi. Voi kyllä olla, että oma mieli on palautunut vähän sallivammaksi tämän ja vastaavien maitokauppalagereiden suhteen, silloin kun ne eivät ole sitä pohjimmaisinta kurakastia.

Tässä linkki sivulle, jossa on se ensimmäinen AC/DC tölkki. Sillähän tämä musabissesarja alkoi numerolla #1. AC/DC tölkkiprinttejä on nähty jo useita, tässä halko asettuu kokoluokkaan 568 ml. Valmistettu Handels GmbH:lle Karlsberg Brauerei GmbH:n toimesta Saksassa. Vaihteeksi näitä, jotka mainitsee humalauutteen raaka-aineena ja ujosti jopa sen, että olut on pastöroitu.

Kotiolutharrastajan arvio: En panis

  Iron Maiden Trooper #15 – The book of soul world tour

Hienoa kuparin väriä ja kuohuu hyvin. Englantilainen bitteri minun kirjoissa siitä huolimatta, että Robinsons Brewery labeloi golden aleksi (4,7%). Ei kuitenkaan anna korostunutta bitteriraikkautta, jota aikojen alussa maistettu Trooper-versio oli syövyttänyt mielikuviin. Ensivaikutelmalla on pitkä vaikutus, hyvässä ja pahassa. Ankeanlainen maku, kylmää peltiä, minkä onneksi voi helposti peittää chilipähkinöillä. Pakkauksena muovipullo avittaa kokonaishengen latistamisessa. Itse asiassa se synnyttää mielikuvapuolella täydellisen ristiriidan etiketin vihaisen pääkallon kanssa.

Tämä myöhempi versio se tosiaan on melko poikkeuksellisesti pakattu muovipulloon. Ongelmistaan huolimatta tämä olut jää aavistuksen positiiviselle puolelle isojen markkinoiden bändibrändioluiden joukossa. Pienpanimoilta monia paljon kiinnostavampiakin löytyy. Toki silloin ei niinkään kannata puhua brändäysmentaliteetista, vaan vaikka mielummin panimon ja yhtyeen yhteistyöstä.

Tässä linkki sivulle, jossa oli aiempi Trooper lasipullossa, musabissesarjan numero #4.

Kotipanijan arvio: En panis

     Marky Ramones pilsner #16

Erinomainen 5,5% vaalea pils Norjasta ja vuodelta 2015. On humalointia ja aromia. Superkatseella voisi takapuolen etiketistä poimia yksityiskohtia valmistusaineista ja asenteesta. Ne molemmat näkyvät lopputuloksessa edukseen. Paljastetaan, että maltaina oli pilsiä ja viennaa, humalina Aroraa, Styrian Goldingsia ja Saazia. Ja se asenne: Just sellaista mitä Ramonesin nimeä kantavalla oluella sietääkin olla. Musaoluisiinkin mahtuu helmiä ja tämä Lervig on yksi niistä.

Kotiolutharrastajan arvio: Panisin

Osmo’s Cosmos #17

Amber lager, 4,5%, Stadin Panimolta. Ei juuri makumuistikuvia, jotain kai sekin kertoo. Tämä yksilö on ostettu Lappeenrannan Prismasta 2014.

Kotiolutharrastajan arvio: N/A

Tenkasen Iso Vaalee #18

Mennään ajassa edelleen taaksepäin ja edellistä hämärämpien oluiden suuntaan. Vuosi on tässä ilmeisesti 2003. Tenkasen (4,3%) aikaan panimon nimenä oli vielä Saimaan Panimo ja sijaintipaikka Lappeenranta.

Kotiolutharrastajan arvio: N/A

  Leningrad Cowboysit #19 ja #20

Mallaskoski Oy:n oluita Seinäjoelta, vuosi ilmeisesti 1999. Molemmat 4,5% vahvuisia, toinen tumma ja toinen vaalea lager. Sinebrychoffin panemana Leningrad Cowboys -oluita oli ollut markkinalla jo aiemmin, mutta niistä ei nyt löydy esimerkkejä tähän lähtöön.

Kotiolutharrastajan arvio: N/A

    Paten tummat #21 ja #22

Historiaosuus jatkuu popedamiehen (s. 1956) nimellä ja kasvoilla myydyllä olutparilla. Ensinnä Nightwish-oluen (sarjan #6) aikalainen Paten Tumma Täysmallasolut (4,5%), joka oli Pirkanmaan Uuden Panimon (PUP) valikoimissa. PUP muuntautui Nokian Panimoksi 2004 ja sittemmin Paten Tumma Juhlaolut (4,5%) tuli markkinoille solistin 50-vuotisjuhlan kunniaksi. Juhlaoluen etiketti kertoo mielenkiintoisen neuvon: Saat parhaimman maun sekoittamalla olutta kevyesti ennen avaamista. Ainakin vaahtoa muodostuu ja siis hiilihappoja vapautuu enemmän kuin ilman sekoitusta ja kaipa näin samalla ainakin aromeita vapautuu hieman enemmän. Jos oluessa niitä aromeita ylipäänsä löytyy.

Kotiolutharrastajan arvio: N/A

Biisinä olutaiheisestikin nimetty Pohjasakkaa:

  Muuta musaa pullon kyljessä

Bändiaihe karkaa vähän käsistä laajentuen musiikkioluisiin ylipäänsä. Pakko tosin sanoa et melkein yhtään näistä ei olisi ostettu elleivät olisi olleet musiikkiteemaisia.

Teerenpelin Kymenlaakson laulu (4,7%)

Kymijoki Beer Festivalin ja Kymen Seudun Osuuskaupan yhteisolut, joka oli odottanut viime kesästä asti ottajaansa jääkaapin vihanneslaatikossa. Best före oli 9.11.16 ja juotua tuli 14.1.17. Ihan raikasta päiväyksestä huolimatta. Kiintoisa hybridi ja lager-kategoriassa hakkaa joukon vertaisiaan kun vaan jättää tuoksuttelut väliin. Tuoksussa nimittäin löytyy muovailuvahaa mikä on ennenkokematon löydös oluiden saralla. Vehnää on mukana ja helposti olisi saattanut joku sanoa vehnäolueksi, mutta nähtävästi käytetty pohjahiiva määrittää oluttyylin. Chilipähkinöiden kanssa maistui mukavasti, eli käypä terassijuoma snäksejä napostellen. Ei silti lähde lentoon.

Kotiolutharrastajan arvio: En panis

      VASPin Raskasta Joulua (4,5%)

Päiväystä oli hyvin jäljellä (3/17) vaikka joulun yli tämänkin maistaminen ajautui. Korkatessa tumma lager kuohui spontaanisti pöydälle ja lattialle asti mikä kaupalliselle oluelle on jo iso no-no. Sen jälkeen vaahto oli ok ja juominenkin onnistui. Panimon tyylispeksiä tietämättä olisi ollut vaikea sanoa lageriksi, sen verran on amberalemainen näkö ja maku. Tuoksu ei houkuta, mutta maltainen maku jokseenkin toimii.

Maistui pähkinät tämänkin kanssa. Baarissa voisin ottaa tätä pullon, jos listalla ei luonteikkaampia oluita näkyisi. Nykyään yleensä jo näkyy. Tummana lagerina keskiarvoistettu niin pitkälle kuluttajamakuun, että ei viitsisi itselle tehdä samaa. Randompointti tässä on siinä, että kyseessä on näinkin alemainen lager ja sopiva esimerkki siitä, että lager ei aina ole se vaalea mauton olut.

Kotiolutharrastajan arvio: En panis

    Pyynikin Ruby Jazz Ale (4,7%)

50-ebuinen dark red ale sisältäen ohraa, vehnää ja pihlajanmarjaa. Varsinkin kiinnostaa miten pihlaja ulottuu makuun ja aromiin asti.

Lasissa juoma näytti tumman ruskealta, mutta kaataessa ohuempi nestemäärä vilautti hyvin tummanpunaista vaikutelmaa. Kelponätti vaahto, joskaan aromia ei oikein löydy. Pihlaja raaka-aineena ja dark red ale tyylikuvauksena on itselle uudenkarhea ja siksikin kiinnostavia. Puhtaan ja korostuneen pehmeä samalla kiivaan makuinen, väristä huolimatta tumma mallas ei makua dominoi vaan rauhoittuu aloilleen kokonaisuuteen. Dominanssin tekee nähtävästi se pihlajanmarja, paperilla huomattavaan humalointiin sekoittuen. Marjahappamuutta ei kuitenkaan havaitse. Pehmeä kiivaus säilyy kielen päällä ja nielussa kauan, ehkä liiankin kauan minkä voi kiertää reippaammalla sippausfrekvenssillä.

Ihan kuin tässä maistuisi sellainen isompi teollisen prosessin kaiku, vaikka käsityöpanimon kanssa ollaan tekemisissä. Epävarma häivähdys peltisyyden epäilystä kävi muutaman naukkaisun jälkeen mielessä, enkä edes ollut ajatellut pakkausmuotoa ennen tätä. Jos joku heittää klassisen kysymyksen ”Oletko pullo- vai tölkkimiehiä?”, niin vastaus on ollut selvä eikä tämä maisto sitä muuta.

Kaikkiaan tämä pihlajanmarja on positiivinen uusi kokemus makupalettiin, joskin omissa panoissa varmaan priorisoi muita marjoja.

Edeltävän lauseen ristiriitaisuudesta huolimatta arvio: Panisin

Ja sitten lopuksi noteeraan labelin World Beer Awards leiman tölkin kyljessä ”World’s best 2016”. Asiayhteydestä irrottamalla minkä vaan oluen ilmoittaminen maailman parhaaksi on kova väite ja kaikessa subjektiivisuudessaan mahdoton verifioida. Joka tapauksessa tuommoinen on hyvää markkinointimatskua. Enkä jaksa lähteä taustatutkimuksiin esimerkiksi siitä montako olutta tuon kategorian titteleistä on ollut kilpailemassa ja kuka eventin järjestää ja ketkä sitä rahoittaa ynnä muuta sellaista. On tällä työpäivänsä hyvä päättää.

Kun pihlaja kerran on englanniksi rowan niin sittenpä sen yhden hassun mykän näyttelijän nimi meinaa Pihjala Atkininpoikaa. Että näin.

    Hamina Tattoo Saimaan Juomatehtaalta (4,6%)

Tämän sarjan oluita löytyy eri tattoomiesten naamoilla muutamia erilaisia. Omaan ostoskoriin jäi punapukuinen Swiss Army Central Bandin orkesterin tirehtööri.

Lasiin päätyi erittäin kirkasta lagerin näköistä juomaa. Etiketti korostaa luomua sekä myös avainlipun voimalla kotimaisuutta. Sanoo oluen sisältävän myös luomuhumalaa, voisiko sekin olla Suomesta? Niin haluaisi uskoa, muttei silti tahdo uskoa.

Ulkonäön perusteella olisi toivonut enemmän vaaleaa maltaista otetta aromiin. Tämä ei ole kovin aromaattinen jos kohta mieleen työntyy kutsumattomana vieraana hieman pullataikinaa. Hapokkuutta on selvästi vähemmän kuin komea alkuvaahto antaa odottaa. Makuun pinnalle puskee hillitysti erottuva humalointi. Suutuntuma on laiha, mutta sen erottuvan pikkuhumalan ansiosta välttää ilmaisun vesimäinen. Ei luokaton, mutta kuitenkin luonteeton.

Oluen pakkauksessa ei oteta kantaa tyyliin. Itsehän kaipaisin tietoa sitä, mitä oluttyyliä panimo on tavoittellut. Osaisi paremmin suhtautua olueen ja tunnustella sitä sen valossa. Tosielämän tilanteissa fiilikseen vaikuttavat kokonaisvaltaisesti kaikki signaalit, ennakko-odotukset, havaitut aistimukset ja muu oluen psykologia, siis muutkin asiat kuin vain se maku. Tyylikkyyspointseja aina persoonallisesta pullosta.

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