As I sit here looking at the snow covering my lawn, I can’t help but think the beer in my hand is somewhat inappropriately named. Still, I have nothing but good things to say about Rising Moon, the “spring” offering by perennial favorite Blue Moon. It’s smooth, its tasty, and seems to absolutely lack any matter of aftertaste. Which is good, because too often beers that would otherwise be tasty, end up leaving a taste in my mouth like I just chewed on one of skylark’s socks.

It’s also got just a hint of lime in the initial flavor, which is kind of fun. Hopefully it’s enough lime to keep SwillJockey from drinking “Miller Chill” during the Super Bowl. Speaking of Super Bowl weekend, since the outcome of the game can only make me sad, SJ and I may use it to finally have the New Belgium vs. Blue Moon, supreme brewery showdown.  The more the patriots (lower case on purpose beeotches) score, the drunker I’ll need to be.