Ode to spring, indeed

This is my Ode. This is my Ode in front of my pond.

Damn, there is nothing quite like fresh hops. We cracked open the third or fourth bottle from our “Ode to Spring Ale” last weekend at the farm and the essence was right there in our noses and carried through to our taste buds (though our brain tried to remind us that most taste is really smell): a big floral, citrusy tang. It’s there in the first encounter and it goes right to the finish. That has to be the Cascade, a gift from a hop farmer j...