Samuel Adams 20 Pounds of Pumpkin Commercial Description:
“Real pumpkin – close to 20lbs of it per barrel – and warming spices like ginger, cinnamon & nutmeg give Samuel Adams 20 Pounds of Pumpkin a smooth, hearty, and inviting character perfect for the crisper days of fall. ”
…a smooth, hearty and inviting character
Malts: Samuel Adams two-row pale malt blend, Caramel 60, Special B, and smoked malt
Hops: East Kent Goldings and Fuggles
Additions: Real pumpkin, cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg & allspice
Massachusetts, United States
Style: Pumpkin Ale
I turned 35 years old at the end of last year. Kurt Cobain made it to 27. Jesus made it to 33. Layne Staley made it to 34. Paul McCartney made it to 24. I’ve passed them all. It’s worked out pretty well for me so far.
I turned 35 years old at the end of last year. Despite my monthly debts my income is actually positive for the first time in my life. I like money.
I turned 35 years old at the end of last year. I’m not merely stumbling in the dark anymore trying to figure out life. I’ve experienced success and failure as I’ve learned lessons along the way. I’ve listened to Henry Rollins’ spoken words, trained as an attorney and honed the whole shebang into tools to take me into the next 35.
I turned 35 years old at the end of last year. I have yelled my name on the top of the mountains, felt the afterglow of sozzled nights on the streets of Tokyo, cackled madly in the moonlight in Germany, communed with higher beings and grappled at baser ones.
I turned 35 years old last years last year. I’m not having a midlife crisis. I’m not some high school quarterback reliving his best game. Things are pretty damn excellent for me right now. I don’t have all of the craziness of my younger years, but I don’t have the same fuckups either.
I turned 35 years at the end of last year. By most metrics, I’ve actually done alright for myself. Things are good for me right now. However, despite having more resources at my disposal than ever before, mentally, financially, romantically, spiritually and otherwise, I am less able to change my own course on the sea of life. It’s not that I am rudderless. It is that I have so much momentum, that a change of course would leave a disaster in its wake capsizing me and those around me.
But wait! Add some friends and I get the best of both worlds. I keep all of those things that made me the heavenly person today with the dynamic spark and flexibility that typically only youth can enjoy. With friends, I become the best version of me.
20 Pounds of Pumpkin by Samuel Adams epitomizes these feelings and makes me feel Sam’s is going through the same thing. Sam’s makes damn good beer. Sam’s has been making excellent beers for quite a number of years and has been instrumental in creating the beer environment we enjoy now. By all metrics they are successful. However it feels like at times they are burdened by their own success.
This is a damn good beer, but it’s not very adventurous on its own. This feels less like the beer they wanted to make, but more the beer they felt they had to make. The pumpkin element is present, but is not particularly unique. The taste is mild and relaxing, but not gamechanging.
But wait! On a lark, we introduced 20 Pounds of Pumpkin to a friend by mixing it with Mckenzie’s Pumpkin Jack Hard Cider. Magically, the mix brought out the best of both. The mature qualities of the Sam’s 20 lbs Pumpkin smoothed out the Mckenzie’s rampant sweetness while causing its syrupy qualities to calm the fuck down. Conversely, the Mckenzie’s teased and enhanced the delicate spices of the 20 Pounds of Pumpkin into the open. The result was a wondrous Voltron of a beer ready, willing and able to kick the taint of Henry Kissinger for great justice.
This beer isn’t Sam’s mid-life crisis. This is a mature beer that is great by itself, but even better with its friends around.