Minnesota

Main Campaign: Minnesota

July-December

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The land of lakes, loons and lumberjacks. The land has the feel of a kolsch.

Crisp. The crispness of the kolsch on my tongue feels just like the fall weather on my face. I am warm and cozy in my trustworthy flannel.

Refreshing. The taste brings a smile to my face. I think of the loon breaking the surface of the water right next to the boat. Their call is the first noise I hear in the morning from the cabin, alerting me to fish waiting in the lake.

Malty. The malty flavor is the liquid form of the rich, colorful leaves I see as I walk. Soon the leaves will fall as the colder weather of first winter approach, but at the moment the leaves are cheerful and bold.

There is a time and season for a kolsch, just as there is a time and season I enjoy most about Minnesota. Fall when the fish are still biting, the cabin on the lake is inviting, and leaves are at their full splendor. No insects are biting, the freezing cold hasn’t approached and my stein is ready for the festivities of the season.

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