Zombie Dust 6.2% ABV
American Pale Ale
3 Floyds Brewing Co.
Last time the Zombie Dust passed through town I only took in a small amount. It intrigued me, but I didn’t understand the fuss. While others, who had received more, seemed to be transfixed by it, I went about my life as normal. Apparently the small dose I had wasn’t enough to truly work on me.
Here I am now, almost exactly 11 months later. I have unknowingly been recruited. I’ve been offered a free full sample, by a well meaning friend. He is opposed to hops and therefore the Zombie Dust. I assume that a mere 12 oz bottle won’t be enough to make me a member of the Zombie Dust horde, the loyal followers. Little do I know the transforming power that resides within a bottle. My friend’s generous, innocent, gift was prompted not of his accord but by the motive lurking within the brew.
The aroma of the beer is incredibly enticing, citrusy and yet also more. I can’t quite place the fullness of the nose. I take a drink, my first step in. A harsh bombardment upon my palate, as though thousands of microscopic zombies are clawing at my tongue. The spice bite is fun though. I was prepared for a hop burst, even if my palate is concerned about where things are headed. It is quite hoppy for a mere American Pale Ale. I’ve encountered IPAs with less hop presence.
I keep drinking. About halfway through the bite eases up and I start to notice a tart grapefruit flavor. Not bad, but not great. So far I’m still under-impressed. Yes, the beer is very solid, but not living up to the hype. Why do so many people become fanatical about this brew? I set the glass down and begin to ponder. My mind begins to drift…tangents here…visual stimuli there…I have become distracted.
I regain my focus to see that I’m bringing a glass only 1/3rd full to my waiting lips. Have I been drinking this Zombie Dust without or even against my conscious awareness? Though this slightly disturbs me, I take another sip. It is much different from the last one I remember. I can pick up on melon notes intertwined with hints of lime. I want to say there lurks nuances of passionfruit and gooseberry, but I have never seen let alone tasted these fruits. Where is all this coming from?
Again I continue drinking, the desire for this now delicious concoction is overwhelming. No bite is present anymore just delectable tropical fruit flavors. I no longer fear, but am strangely calm in the awareness that the Zombie Dust has fully infiltrated my being. It is turning me. Has turned me. All I want is another glass, and then another after that. What will I crave next? The Zombie Dust has taken hold of me, I am a loyal follower. Be weary beer drinkers. How long until you are next?