Founders Bad Habit Belgian Quad
Aventinus had begun that day like any other -- preening infront of a mirror. He was, after all, one of the finest beers in existence and he knew it. But Gambrinus is a capricious god and does not tolerate such egoism. So, he decided to play a trick on prideful, prideful Aventinus. Now, there are many variations of the old story floating about -- some say that Aventinus could only love himself and that Gambrinus granted Aventinus's wish by having his female counterpart, Aventina walk through the mirror one morning. Others say, in a story which is perhaps much closer to the truth, that Aventinus was slumming in some seedy bar near the Kellog plant and had a tryst with some flashy (but ultimately unfulfilling) macro lager. While the details are lost to us, the result is not -- Bad Habit (possibly named for either Aventinus's narcissism, or for his habit of slumming -- this is the strongest piece of evidence for the latter version of the story). So, what is Bad Habit? Well, the smell is initially fairly exciting -- bits of banana, hints of clove. It really takes after his father, very weizenesque with a hefty dose of alcohol warmth to cut the spice. But it is all downhill from there. A razor-thin mouthfeel leaves a great deal to be desired, while the potenital of the malts and sugars are left completely behind as raw banana takes over. Nothing exciting, nothing interesting, no wheat-spice nor even clove (really) to back it up. It tastes like a homebrew that was fermented far too hot. Some say that it was merely recessive genes that Aventinus had always had, but rarely manifested all comming to the fore -- others insist it was a legacy from its macro-lager mother. Regardless, this is a child that would have been better served by being locked up in the attic, never to be heard from again.