10% ABV from a bomber
I’m not gonna lie, I bought this beer because it was cheap. I wasn’t in the mood to shell out for a Thursday night buzz and at $3.99 for a 10% bomber, well…wow. The PPAP was off the charts! We’re talking in the malt liquor/fortified wine price point. And though this beer wasn’t anywhere on my “on-deck circle” of brews I was interested in trying in the immediate future–also known as a nerdy little cheat sheet list I keep in my wallet–I have had and enjoyed Shmaltz offerings in the past. This was supposed to be their masterpiece. Also, I thought it befitting that a stereotypically cheap Jew would get a cheap Jew brew. Ha!
Named in honor of famous Hebe Lenny Bruce, this rye IPA has an “obscenely” (har har) potent smell. Me like. In fact, it’d be easy to think you were having a barley wine based on pour, smell, and taste.
Tons of hops and rye malts, hints of caramel and citrus, and a liqueur-like thickness and alcoholic heat to it. I loved this one at first, but like Shmaltz’s Rejewvenator, I liked it less and less the more I had it. It’s just so much!
Shmaltz is legitimately making a claim to be the king of “extreme” beers. And by that I mean, beers that nearly cause you to OD. It’s amusing to me that Jewish boys are often considered to be frail, nerdy, and neurotic little pussies, yet the Chosen People’s unofficial brewery is making beers that could upend Andre Rene Roussimoff. Seriously, split a bomber of this with a friend and you’ll enjoy it far more than if you attempt it onanistically. The Vice Blogger is not ashamed to admit it absolutely kicked my toosh and I was even a little off for the entirety of the next day like I was coming down from an acid trip.
Simply put: it’s a very, very good beer in small doses.