Bottle at Culmination Fest: Poured a murky straw yellow with white head. Aroma was loads of peach. Taste was a funky with a peach, oak vanilla, and brett mix. I really dig what Logsdon is doing.

Another excellent variation of this beer. Peachy and sour apricot. Finishes tart and sour. Cloudy orange pour with good head and lacing. Sweet and sour with great balance. Bottle thanks to GenDV138 at Epic Sour Tasting.

Bottle shared from me at DC Annual Epic Sour Tasting, 2014 bottle. Hazy yellow with off-white head. Aromas of big peaches, light funk. Peaches dominate the nose. Tasting notes of peaches, funk, Brett, citrus. Medium body with a dry finish. Smooth for 10% ABV. Pretty tasty.

From a bottle shared at the DC Epic Sour Beer Tasting. Pours a hazy gold with an off white head. Funky peach nose. Flavors of peach and tart green apple. Smooth and mellow. Very tasty.

Rating #1600. 750 ml beeswax-dipped bottle. Aroma is packed with peachy, dusty bretty goodness. Pours hazy cantaloupe with a medium white soapy head that falls in a minute, leaving a collar of foam and some lace. Taste is sour (7/10 on a sour scale), peachy, bretty, very dry. Carbonation is high, but not the annoying champagne-like effervescence that some of these beers have. This is about just right. Nice beer. Now, if I could, the reason I chose this as a milestone rating. The trouble I went to get this bottle is pretty crazy, so it deserves a milestone rating. So--I’ve been through Oregon a handful of times, but I don’t know it all that well. Coming back from Russian River for Pliny the Younger a few weeks ago, my brother and I decided to hit as many breweries as we could on the way back to Idaho. Logsdon was one of those breweries. According to our brilliant smartphones, all we had to do was make a minor detour after leaving Bend to reach the brewery near Hood River. I remember it getting slightly snowy before it just started dumping on us in a matter of seconds. Perhaps I should have done a bit more research, but I wasn’t aware that we were going to have to go through a snowbelt in my wife’s minivan to get to our destination. All signs were covered up with snow, completely unreadable, and I just figured it would mellow out. It didn’t! It got so we couldn’t see 10 feet in front of us. We get these kinds of winters all the time in North Idaho, but I wasn’t expecting it here, therefore the brilliant idea of bringing my wife’s minivan instead of my truck to save on gas came to be. Blaming my hungover ass for not researching this trip better would definitely be fair. So we keep climbing in elevation and the snow just keeps escalating, and the snowfall is so thick that it’s not really safe to drive faster than 15 MPH, and there is snow packed up over 6 feet high on either side of the road we’re on. This goes on for what seems for miles and miles. I don’t even know how high up Mt. Hood we were, or even if we were on Mt. Hood! Once again, you can blame this apathy and lack of research on our Pliny-induced hangovers, however pathetic that may sound. At last, we finally begin going back downhill again. We finally get out of the heavy snow where grass and landscape are actually visible and we find what we think might be the place, but there’s only one car parked there, so we park next to it. We go up to the barn, not even sure if it’s the brewery or not, but it looks like the one on the beer labels, so, but...nobody home. After about 10 minutes of walking around this barn, I spot the brewer working. Feeling like a total tourist jackass, I knock on the window. The guy answers, telling me that they’re only open Thursday through Saturday (it was Wednesday). He was just about ready to lock up when we showed up. He needed to get to the post office before they closed, which was in about 15 minutes. I talked him into selling us each a bottle of Peche ’n Brett, you know, since we came all this way, which he was more than happy to do. After our transaction was complete, we got back in the minivan and tried to get out of there so he could get to the post office. Our intentions were pure, but minivans are not made for farmyard driveways. We got stuck in the mud, and after what seemed like ages, we were able to rock ourselves out of the ruts we were creating. During the entire ordeal, the brewmaster was waiting patiently by the gate so he could lock up, waiting for our dumbasses to get out so he could get to the post office. We ended up having to go *forward* instead of back up the driveway, which meant driving through his yard and over a minor embankment to get back on the road out of there. Going over the embankment, it was very possible that the van could have rolled over like an idiotic turtle. It was one of the most embarrassing things I’ve ever been through, and that’s why this beer deserves a milestone rating. After waiting in line for 7 hours the previous day for Pliny the Younger and then now this, I just thought, "the things I go through to get good beer... fucking hell!" The end result is always worth it, though, not just for the beer, but for the stories I can now tell.