Boon Framboise

Brewed by Brouwerij F. Boon
Style: Lambic - Fruit
Lembeek, Belgium

Brownish red wthit a small white head. Strong raspberry and some yeast notes. medium body with a balanced sweet and sour finish. Very nice !

375ml - Brown tinged red liquid, fizzy pur yileds a fleeting white head. Nose of raspberries and sour, yeasty lambic goodness. Sour lambic flavors accentuate the raspberries, bringing the quaff to a wonderful finish. Nice.

Bottle, 37,5 cl. Reddish orange colour with a small head. Aroma is over ripe raspberries with a burned shade. Fruity sweet flavour with a rather short finish. Not a favourite.

Robe ambrée très claire aux reflets rouges surmontée d’une mousse blanche qui s’estompe. Arômes de framboises, de liège et d’acidité. Saveurs acides de framboises et de liège.

Bottle from BevMo. Pours a burgundy color. Slightly sweet, slightly tart berry aroma. Very fresh fruity aroma. Flavor is rahter tart with only a touch of sweetness. Finish is quite tart and even a little bitter. Alittle bit of a plastic taste.

I liked this beer and all of the raspberry aroma and flavor, but would still choose Lindeman’s over this one.

Bottle from Ledgers; Nose shares a little barnyard, tartness, and raspberries; slightly hazed raspberry red with a tiny pink head; flavor is more sour than the normal fruit lambic, raspberry flavor is light, and the tiny barnyard hint is there in the background with very little sweetnes and a nice dry, tart finish.

Recent forays into sweet and sour beers have left me more than a little confused. I blame my own incompetence, but that doesn’t resolve the matter. You see, the fruity beer offerings in Denver all seem to have some sort of consanguineous and incestuous relation, such that the beers have been produced under many names, from different people, but to the same effect each time – a fruity beer. Etymology is equally vague, throwing around excess F’s and vowels much to my chagrin, confusing breweries and their products. In this condition I am unable to discriminate between beers, let alone hope to spell them. Even worse is trying to talk about them. An observation about flavor or aroma is occasionally interjected with sudden sputtering with much saliva and mouth wrenching. When the unfortunate conversant on the other side asks whether he should call an ambulance, I reassure him by telling him that no, it was not a seizure, but simply an American trying to pronounce a little Belgian, and failing so miserably that everybody in the room is in a state of alarm. And so, with the clouds of confusion still very thick in my head I begin a description of my newest sweet and salacious sip, the Boon Framboise. A nice burgundy red fills with the glass, and were it not for the natural bubbly character of beer I should think I just poured myself a glass of wine. The lacing is shy, quickly deflating into a lavender ring around the inside of the glass, circumnavigating a tiny island of bubbles spinning precariously in the center. The aroma’s concentrated sweetness, combining the unflattering and cloying artificial variety with a more natural and organic piece, presses into the nose like a thick frosting, redolent with strawberries straight from the vine and freshly cut. Raw strawberry sits alongside its mashed and mutilated cousin, strawberry jam to convey a whole shade of fruity splendor. Grape jelly, with its intoxicating aroma of slippery, sweet goodness makes an appearance, with a little sweet white wine for maturity and balance. Finally, some generic vinegar gives the mix some punch so as to keep accusations of candied beer at bay. The whole thing leans towards the sweeter side, but not so much that I’m suffering from gaseous hyperglycemia. The performance on the palate is much milder, cutting back on the sugary bits. In fact, it does this with so much zealotry and enthusiasm that the beer feels watery, hollow and disparaged. Somewhere between the aroma and the taste the integrity of the beer was impugned. The watery palate and the generic sour bitterness find company with a slight hint of strawberry, but after a moment on the tongue this last testament to the red and lumpy fruit of carnality and lascivious days is unwelcome, retreating and leaving an inglorious flavor of vinegar and mineral water. The metallic quality does nothing for the flavor, but it lends itself nicely to the mouthfeel: springy, light and sudsy, it goes to great efforts to make up for the flavor’s leeched personality. It is sad to see a beer start so well and end with a resounding crash. However, I am better for it, having studied the label the whole way through to avoid the same tragedy of misdirection and apprehension that has plagued me with every approach to the lambics.