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In retrospect, perhaps Brandon should have asked how many brews Mike had tried—but no matter. Three years later, Fetish Brewing Company has an underground following that confirms their, er, business instincts. They brewed in Aaron’s driveway in the dead of winter, distributed bottles to an elite group of club members, got picked up by bottle shops like the Fridge and restaurants like Pour, and, last Christmas, they opened their own, unmarked tasting room on Ice Avenue.
Let me tell you about these beers. Fetish started with Spelt, an easy-drinking ale that easily competes with Wacker’s kölsch (although kölsch is lager, so that’s really not a fair match) and a Ghost Pepper stout that is, shall we say, an acquired taste. Later they added a Peat that fermented among Laphroig-soaked oak chips for eight weeks. When I visited the Fetish tasting room in December, they were still serving a double IPA under its test name “Stunt 006.”
All told, there are at least ten brews in circulation. The pride of 2015 is two varieties of sour Wild American ale that were aged in cabernet barrels from Demuth Winery for 18 months. The Wild American Dark enjoyed two helpings of dark cherries and came out smooth and complex, with just an edge of tartness. In December they were flying out the door.
I admit that adequate adjectives often fail me when it comes to alcohol. I end up saying things like, “Oh, that’s good,” and “Oooh, that’s really really good.”
So let me just say: we've got to give money to these guys.
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