Grizzly Growler

Why not throw back a Lucifer?

This bottle-conditioned Belgian golden ale is anathema to a long, cold, Montana spring. It is a slightly dangerous reward for a long day spent in a blistering reminder of the extremes of this perch above America’s prairies.

Yes, we live in a hamlet at the “confluence of great trout rivers.” Yes, we live in the “Last Great Place.” Yes, we live in Western Montana, this alpine paradise, but we don’t live in the backwoods.

You can get great beer in Western Montana, heck, you can get awesome local beer at any one of 20-plus breweries within a half-day’s drive. But on a hot Sunday, there is nothing finer than to hit Worden’s Market for a something naughty, or nice, depending on which side of your shoulder you listen to.

Lucifer pours like a Western Montana sunrise. It’s a fine balance between a lightly hoppy and fruity pale ale and a winter warmer. In fact, if you didn’t see the color, you’d think you were drinking something Santa might chill out with after the long haul.

At 8.5 ABV, this bad boy of summertime is the perfect beer for a fine meal on a warm day, or a trip to a sandbar in Alberton Gorge. The stubby bottle is unassuming, and the Italian mocha-colored head softens to a fine spiderweb around the rim of your glass.

Prost,

GG