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“The wind in the willow played
Love’s sweet melody
But all of those vows you made
Were never to be
Though we’re apart
You’re part of me still
For you were my thrill
On Blueberry Hill”
The lyrics to “Blueberry Hill” played in my head as I unlocked a bomber bottle of Cascade Brewing’s Blueberry Ale.
The song will forever be associated with Chubby Checker and his 1956 rendition of the song, but it was actually written in 1940 and recorded by six different artists that year, including versions by Gene Krupa, Gene Autry, Jimmy Dorsey and the Glenn Miller Orchestra, which had a No. 1 hit with it.
Nine years later in 1949 Louis Armstrong brought back into the charts. But it is Antoine “Fats” Domino’s 1956 version that placed the song in rock history. Rolling Stone magazine named it Number 82 in it’s list of the 500 greatest rock and roll songs.
What does this have to do with beer?
However, my mind can’t help making associations. Crack open a blueberry sour ale and the poignant lyrics of “Blueberry Hill” come pouring out with the faintly purple-tinged beer, reminding me of lost loves and the many turns life takes.
This “northwest-style sour ale” from the Portland, Oregon brewery is aged in oak casks for “up to a year” with blueberries, and the bottle before states that it is a “2015 project.”
There’s a faint hint of blueberry in the nose, and a definite taste of blueberry wrapped into the sour punch.
The base ale, according to the label, is a mix of wheat and blond ales.
Cascade specializes in sour ales. Their motto is “Pucker up and join the sour revolution.”
I’ve been in a decidedly sour mood lately, so I have no problem puckering up to this tasty 8.23 percent beer. Eight point two three? I cannot think of another brewery that measures with such precision.
However, as a longtime fan of wild blueberries – the best you will ever taste grow along the rocky cliffs of Lake Superior north of my hometown in Duluth – I was really hoping for a more prominent blueberry taste. The blueberry taste here is buried by the sourness, but sours tend to hijack flavor profiles.
The magic fridge is holding Cascade’s Apricot Ale for a future tasting, and I’m kicking myself for not picking up their Figgy sour.
In parting, I’ll share the words of my least favorite writer, Willy Shakespeare, who, in this instance, hits just the right note:
“Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.”