Hex-Ed: A Review of Hex Ourtoberfest Beer by Magic Hat Brewing Co

I have more blogs than brain cells but I can tell you for certain that of all the blogs that I miss updating regularly it's my beer blog and the reason for that all comes down to stinking rubles. Drinking quality beer is an expensive habit.

Sure, I could quit my obscure thrift store vinyl record blog but seeing as I've updated it daily for nearly two years running, it seems pointless to stop now. As for my other 15 blogs -- well, they are free to produce and only necessitate my time and effort.

Beer blogging is more than simply drinking beer and having fun, it takes dedication. First you have to target beers that sound interesting, track them down, drive ridiculously far out of your way to grossly overpay for extreme concoctions made by fanatics with more ambition, money and beer knowledge than yourself. After that it becomes a matter of doing or not doing and trust me when I tell you that it's actually work to think about a beer instead of just drinking it. All right, I've prattled on long enough here. On to the review.

Well, let's hand it to Magic Hat (a Vermont microbrewery which opened in 1994 and presently has the capacity to produce 400 bottles of various beers per minute) for coming up with one of the worst names for a beer of all time. The Hex part is fine but the Ourtoberfest part of it is so damned corny that I am embarrassed for them and the guy whose girlfriend got to name it because she's betrothed to one of the bosses. Okay, so I made that story up but the sentiment sticks nonetheless and it's still a hokey name!

It's nearly as pratfall-ish as one of my straight-up vertical beer pours (with one hand on the bottle and the other holding the digital camera) but until I grow another arm and it can handle pouring duties my laziness will outrank my setup abilities. Plus, laziness is the goal of any true regal beer drinker anyway, ye imbibing heathens.

As for the beer itself: it is a run of the mill quality okt-o-slosh with a hempy aptitude. A little too grassy for my sweet-tart ways but I'd rather drink this than a pint of penguin bile any day my dear and faithfully frothing brethren.

- Trub Wörtwurst