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Fair Winds' Siren's Lure

Fair Winds' Siren's Lure

I recently took a wee bit of a break from beer. A 42 day break, if we're going for precision (more on that here). So I had a lot of time to think good and hard about what exceptionally special beverage would mark my much anticipated return to fermented, gluten-laden bacchanalia.

I give you Fair Winds' Siren's Lure. My palate leans more hop than haze, but styles that fuse these well make my heart sing. After hearing its praises from Anne Sloan and seeing it sell out at The Brew Shop after Fair Winds did a tasting, I thought I ought to get a can of the Siren for myself and succumb to the irresistible melody of beer hype.

Short of acclaim Siren's Lure is not. It won a bronze in the Special and Experimental Beer category at last year's Virginia Craft Beer Cup and a gold for French and Belgian Style Saisons at the Great American Beer Festival in 2015, just six months (!) after Fair Winds launched. This is one little brewery that could, and it's one of the most celebrated DC breweries despite being a solid twenty miles outside of the District.

Side rant about sirens. Is a siren really a topless, skinny white mermaid with a tousled ginger mane, perched on a rock, serenely observing an approaching brigantine? Sirens have been standing in for masculine anxiety about temptation, desire, and feminine sexuality for, oh, roughly three thousand years. It's the oldest patriarchy in the book, as the saying goes. Sirens used to be depicted as birds (for the singing), and now that we are super into sexing up fish people, I guess we've got that aquatic pixie dream girl thing going on. They could take on infinite forms if we took a minute to check the social systems that shape our imaginations.

Back to the deliciousness. It's a dry, clean, layered saison with some hop bitterness and citrus balanced by the French yeast. And check out the head as foamy as waves lapping on the shore! Also, my tolerance is shot, so that 7.2% ABV was just right. 

After six weeks without beer, this Siren's song was most a beautiful homecoming.

On Drying Out

Maya Sharma

Maya Sharma