Anyways, in breaks between listening to "The Academy Is" and sobbing to "Panic! At the Disco" I was a budding beer geek with a Classical appreciation of this liquid nectar.
In college I was a Classics Major. Do you know what that means? I deliberately chose a major that, by its definition, wouldn't be relevant to anything in the modern world. I was like a college aged Gwyneth Paltrow in Hook: Tied to the past, thoroughly modern in the present, and destined to be an old ass looking Maggie Smith. To be honest, the only reason I chose to buy a draft of Pliny was that I was writing a thesis on him and Columella and how they wrote about wine consumption in Ancient Rome. Actually the thesis title was "Social Implications of Wine Consumption in Ancient Rome". It was a fucking great thesis. It taught me that Romans used to never just drink wine, no, they had to go and mix it with hot water and honey, creating a Calistoga spa elixir of opulence inside your mouth. It probably tasted like butt, however, people loved it.
Anyways, Pliny the Elder (the beer) is a revolution. Yes, I'm going to stand in line at Russian River brewery. Yes, I'm going to rate this beer five stars on Untappd. Yes, I'm going to go to ridiculous lengths to do a beer trade for this beer. It's great, it's historic, it's epic. Are there beers out there that are just as good? Of course there fucking are. Jesus. But this is one to try. It's historic. You don't watch Blade Runner and think, yeah I get it. You watch Blade Runner and think, I can't believe how many Sci-Fi movies since then use the same metaphors/ideas/mis-en-scene/filming style, etc. Just drink it fucking fresh.
Body: Extremely light and dry. A vehicle for hops.
Mouth: This is a fantastic beer. Dry but so deliciously hoppy. Hops are very present but don't drown out the malt. Medium-bodied, straw-colored, dangerously (8.0 abv) drinkable.