Everybody loves Ferris. He coasts through on pure charm, always a step ahead and never breaking a sweat, and this saison shares his gift for making it look easy. It skips out on anything heavy and takes the scenic route, parade float optional.
Pale yellow under a bright white head. Black pepper and gooseberry lead the nose, then light honey rounds out the palate. The finish runs dry with a mineral snap, and a lingering berry note trails off like a borrowed convertible disappearing down Lake Shore Drive.
At 7.0% it’s carefree without being careless, the kind of afternoon that convinces everyone you’ve earned it. Bueller? Bueller? Present, and pouring.