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Another Thought

On a day full of sours, it takes something extraordinary to stand out, but God damn - hello there, Deschutes Little Buddha. It's like there's a party in your mouth, and everyone's invited, and they spend the whole time kicking you in the cheeks and the teeth. I won't go so far as to say that it was the best sour of the festival, but it was the most powerful encapsulation of the genre of the nigh 100 beers available, and that scores major points.