Sullerica 1561

Heading up the the Barranc de Biniaraix to climb Es Cornadors. A hike through the olive terraces, through the art of nature. A hike to make the heart sing.

Head down, legs pounding. Stop, take in the view. Head down, legs pounding. Stop, take in the view. Head down, legs pounding. Stop, take in the view. Head down, legs pounding. Stop at the top, take in that view.

Wander down slowly, taking in the view. Taking in the art of nature, the dull clang, clunk, of the sheep bells. Thoughts turning to all the olive trees. Thoughts turning to beer made with the fruit of these trees. Thoughts turning to terroir, to here.

Finally, a beer from here that’s been shown some hops. Bitterness, but not just from hops. A beer from here, with green olives from here. A beer to make you feel connected to the landscape that you’ve just walked through.

A touch too much carbonation. Way too much gunk in the bottle. Full bodied, full flavoured. Especially when warmed up and the green olive flavours come.

Thoughts turn to terroir, to here. Is this a beer that only works here. Is this a beer that would work there? Only one way to find out.

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