Transition Tradition

At one point, my blanket statement for the separation of seaaons is that you'd never catch me drinking pumpkin beer and wearing seersucker at the same time.

Now I do it on purpose.

Some time a few years ago, I figured it was a great ceremonial transition on one of the unofficial ends of summer. That which was once abhorrent became an annual ritual. And while it's still typically a bit before I head to the Punkin Ales and Oktoberfest of the world full time, it's a good time for a first taste.

This year, that first taste came NY way of New Belgium's Voodoo Ranger Atomic Pumpkin. While the pumpkin was evident I'm the name, the kiss of heat in the finish from the habanero was the perfect allegory that summer's not yet over.