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dwellordream · 3 years

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“In February 1924, Illustreret Fagblad for danske Damefrisorer, one of the leading trade journals for Danish women's hairdressers, reported that short haircuts for women were becoming increasingly common throughout most of Europe. Although the trend had not yet reached Denmark, it was likely to do so, the journal predicted, since "we have seen within the last couple of months the first signs of .. . shorn hair here in Copenhagen." The prediction proved correct. In July 1925, Ugens Spejl, another trade journal, reported that the new fashion was spreading "like fire in old houses." That same year, the president of the Ladies' Hairdressers Association estimated that 25 percent of Copenhagen's female population had their hair cut short.

The following year, one Copenhagen barber claimed that no less than 75 percent of women under the age of 30 had adopted the new styles, leading the editor of yet another trade journal, Danmarks Barber-og Frisortidende to conclude that "there is something almost epidemically contagious about the advancing shingling. Each and everyone who lets her locks fall for the scissors immediately draws four or five others with her." Although contemporaries may have exaggerated the numbers, contemporary street photography and surviving photo albums suggest that a significant number of young women did in fact dispose of their long hair in the second half of the 1920s.

It is also telling that no fewer than 48 of the 59 women interviewed for this project recalled having their hair cut short before 1930. As Anne Bruun explained many years later, "That was just what you did. If you were young and wanted to be in style, that was definitely the look. Anybody who wanted to be up-to-date did that." Helene Berg agreed. "Short hair made you look chic, made you look modern," she claimed. Besides, as Louise Ege pointed out, short hair "kind of fit with the other things that were fashionable. Short dresses and all that." But despite their enthusiasm for the new hairstyles, actually acquiring one of the fashionable bobs was not always easy. While the number of beauty salons had been growing since the turn of the century, women's hairdressers generally shied away from providing their female customers with the short haircuts they desired.

For decades women's hairdressers had worked hard to create a respectable female profession by promoting themselves as specialists in hygiene and conventional feminine beauty, an accomplishment they were not willing to sacrifice by embracing the controversial new styles. Moreover, since most hairdressers were only used to working with combs, brushes, and curlers, few were actually competent to cut hair. As a result, many women had to enter male barbershops to have their hair cut, a step many took with considerable trepidation. The difficulties of finding a stylist both willing and able to cut a woman's hair was not the only obstacle to a fashionable appearance. Many fathers and husbands explicitly prohibited the new styles. Others let their disapproval be known more indirectly.

As Magda Gammelgaard Jensen recalled, "I really wanted to get my hair [cut] short, but I didn't know how to go about it. It wasn't so easy when there was a man around." According to Mr. H. M. Christensen, the president of the Danish Grooming, Toilet and Sanitary Workers' Union, many women therefore chose to "have their hair cut at a time when their husbands and fathers [were] not at home." Outside the private sphere, other forces also strove to contain "that unfortunate tendency among young ladies to shear their hair." Some workplaces openly discriminated against women who adhered to the new fashion. Several prominent department stores did not hire women who sported the new hairstyles. Others fired employees after a visit to the hairdresser.

In 1924, the personnel director at Crome & Goldschmidt, one of the leading clothing stores in Copenhagen, flatly declared that he "would absolutely not engage or employ any young woman with bobbed hair." Other businesses had similar policies. The president of Salomon David Jr. Inc., Inger Diemer, explained that she had "banned bobbed hair." "I demand," she continued, "that the women who work with us, sign [a contract] that they will not wear short hair. In my mind, that is not proper in an old, highly esteemed firm." The director of Bispebjerg Hospital, Charlotte Munck, also banned short hair for all nurses under her supervision.

Even women in less publicly visible occupations faced ostracism if they chose to adopt the modern styles. Inger Mangart, for example, who worked as a part-time cleaning assistant in a private home in the late 1920s, recalled being dismissed the first day she arrived with short hair. The press was equally adamant in its stance against the new styles. To discourage young women from following fashion, newspapers and popular magazines delighted in sensationalist stories about domestic turmoil caused by short hair. Divorces, physical abuse, family disintegration, and even murders were described as tragic, but predictable, outcomes of women's changed appearances.

Assuming, however, that young women were more likely to follow fashion prescription than sensible guidance, journalists and other commentators figured that the most efficient way to combat the modern styles was simply to declare them unfashionable. "Bobbed hair is no longer in style," one beauty advice columnist thus warned as early as 1922, several years before the new styles hit Denmark. "We hardly have to repeat that bobbed hair has already received the death sentence abroad," another fashion expert claimed that same year. "There is no doubt that this fad, the short hair, is coming to an end," Ugebladet asserted a couple of years later, and in 1925, B.T. was pleased to report that "all countries now agree that the fashion of short hair is finally on the retreat."

Yet despite these elaborate efforts to suppress the new haircuts, women's enthusiasm did not wane. Many critics therefore felt compelled to explain the dangers of the new styles in the hope that young women would be swayed by their arguments. Some journalists and beauty advice columnists sought to discourage young women from having their hair cut through use of the kind of racist imagery that permeated early twentieth century European culture. By labeling the new styles "Hottentot hair" or "Apache cuts," they strove to impress upon young women the incompatibility of short hair with refined Western womanhood. "Surely, no young lady wants to look like a monkey," one reporter thus argued, apparently hoping that young women would recognize the similarity between women's short hair and animal fur.

Other observers claimed that short hair simply made women look ugly and unattractive. Cutting one's hair was therefore inevitably at the risk of losing "the man's admiration and desire." Although some men admitted that a short-haired woman might serve "as a drinking buddy," those who participated in the public debate all insisted that the new styles did not mix with marriage and motherhood, implying that short-haired women could expect to live out their lives as spinsters and old maids— an argument that presumably would dissuade any young woman from such reckless behavior. While most female critics tended to focus on the aesthetic aspects of the new styles, it was quite different considerations that fueled much of the vehement male opposition.

Like many other people in the early twentieth century, these commentators believed there was a direct correlation between external appearance and internal self. When a woman cut her hair, she was not only defying conventional standards of femininity but was also prone to develop some of those mental traits that usually characterized people with short hair—namely, men. As Ludvig Brandt-Meller, a male hairdresser who opposed the new styles, explained, "Short hair tends to emancipate the woman. It is as if it affects her psychologically." Others found that short-haired women became "like men in character and gestures," insisting that "that 99 out of 100 women with short hair have simultaneously acquired boyish or mannish manners."'

A few alarmists saw even greater dangers ahead. The very act of cutting a woman's hair, they argued, would eventually alter a woman's biological constitution and turn her into a man. Believing that the mass of hair on a human body was constant, some argued that short hair would necessarily cause women to grow beards. Others predicted the advent of female baldness. "The evidence is right there, since 60 percent of all men over forty [who presumably had cut their hair since childhood] are bald, while less than 0.1 percent of all women [who had never previously cut their hair] suffer from this weakness," another critic of the new styles explained.

While men had tended to object to short dresses because they rendered women too attractive, their reactions to short hair were therefore quite different. According to male critics, short hair "emancipated" women and made then unwomanly, even masculine, and not attractive enough, a violation of gender norms that seemed to them much graver and ultimately more unpleasant than women being overly sexy and seductive. Even those who did not necessarily believe that short hair would actually turn women into men found this quite disturbing because, as one correspondent wrote to the editor of the newspaper B.T. in 1925, "If there is something we men cannot stand, it is precisely women void of femininity. "

Young women's seeming disregard of men's opinions about the new styles only made matters worse. Apparently, young women were no longer pursuing physical beauty and style for the purposes of male pleasure and admiration. How, then, were men to understand women's enthusiasm for short hair as anything but a sign that women cared less about male approval than about their own "emancipation"? Some even feared that the popularity of the new styles might indicate an explicit sexual and emotional detachment from men. In comparison with those who defended short dresses when they first appeared, supporters of the new hairstyles were therefore faced with a much more difficult task.

The opposition to women's short hair was much fiercer than the opposition to short dresses had ever been, as short hair connoted emancipation, female defiance, and rebellion against men's judgment in a way that short skirts never had. During this entire controversy, the voices of women who cut their hair were rarely heard in public. Under heavy fire, most young women seemingly preferred to avoid the discursive battles that raged around them. On the few occasions that any of these women did speak up, they generally adopted a very cautious stance, seeking to diffuse the opposition by reassuring critics of their whole-hearted commitment to femininity and respectable womanhood.

In 1925, one young woman who described herself as "old-fashioned" despite her short hair thus sought to counter criticisms of the new styles by denying that there was any link between appearance and identity. "Why in the world should a young girl not be equally feminine and good whether she has bobbed hair or long hair?," she wondered. "It does, after all, not change the nature of the young girl to have her hair cut off." More often, young women simply tried to skirt criticisms by emphasizing the very pragmatic concerns that allegedly had led them to the barbershop. "Much can be said both for and against the bobbed hair, but the fact that it is a practical way of wearing one's hair, nobody can deny," one woman argued.

Nonetheless, the relative silence on the part of the women who wore the new hairstyles did not mean that no voices were raised in their defense. Complicating the picture of vocal male opponents and a largely silent group of female supporters, the chief public advocates of short hair for women in the 1920s were in fact male barbers. Not that barbers were a particularly fashion-conscious bunch or especially committed to young women's right to determine their own appearance. These men simply saw the new styles as a means to propel their profession out of the crisis in which it had lingered for decades.

The rise of the medical and dental professions had dealt the first blow to the former surgeon-barbers, eliminating what had been the most profitable areas of their occupation. Later, when men began to shave themselves rather than frequenting the barber twice or three times weekly, the financial base of most barbershops had been further undercut, and scattered attempts at cultivating new areas of business expertise such as facial massage and manicure had contributed only little to their economy.

In this context, the fashionable new styles for women seemed a god-send for barbers eager to cultivate both a new clientele and new sources of income, and since women's hairdressers generally opposed the short hairstyles and most often refused to cut women's hair, barbers were left with the uncontested responsibility for providing young women with the look they desired. Of course, barbers were not oblivious to the offense women's short hair provoked or the wrath they might incur by accommodating female customers.

It was therefore in their own best interest to counter the opposition, and toward that end they adopted the same strategy that fashion advocates had successfully used a few years earlier, namely, to attempt to disassociate short hair from any kind of subversive intentions on the part of women. Short hair, they insisted, had nothing to do with defiance of feminine conventions or even modern fashions. It was a style adopted for reasons of comfort, ease, and practicality only. "It is not the senseless mimicking of fashion follies that has led women to allow their hair to be cut off," one barber thus insisted in 1926. "Rather, it is the natural development in all social strata that has forced the women to choose a practical hairstyle."

To give credibility to this claim, barbers traced the origins of women's short hair not to feminist rebels or decadent fashions, but to that highly respectable, self-sacrificing female heroine, Florence Nightingale. "When a war begins," one writer explained, "masses of younger and older women who wish to be nurses in the army immediately sign up. The healthiest among them are selected, and the first step on the road to their new vocation is to cut their hair as short as men's, first, because the daily care takes too long time, and secondly, because a nurse cannot run around with a zoo of carnivores [sicl] in her long hair." Upon their return, the reasoning continued, admirers adopted similar hair styles.

Although there was little historical evidence to support such an explanation—after all, Florence Nightingale's reputation had been established during the Crimean War almost three quarters of a century earlier, and few women had followed her example in the intervening years —this argument had several advantages. First, it disassociated short hair from any kind of female defiance. Second, it sought to ground the popularity of the new hairstyles in admirable, patriotic concerns. And third, it tied short hair to notions of health and hygiene. From the mid-1920s, particularly the latter, combined with arguments about the practical requirements of the labor market, formed the core in the defense of women's short hair.

In addition, barbers also sought to address anxieties over the seeming dissipation of gender differences by calling attention to the cultural and historical versatility of hair styles. In an article entitled "Masculine Girl Hair and Feminine Boy Hair," the author set out to prove that "women have not been 'the long-haired sex' for as long as we believe." A sampling of Greek, Roman, and Persian traditions led him to conclude that "long hair appears just as frequently on men as on women when one examines history, which is why hair has nothing whatsoever to do with sexual character."

Just as long hair did not make men less masculine, short hair would not eradicate women's femininity. In fact, some argued, it held the potential of actually heightening it by drawing attention to women's fine facial features. "The shape of the face, the beauty of the skin, as well as the soft lines of the neck" were accentuated by short hair, one barber wrote, poetically comparing a woman's face to a "painting [that] is also seen more clearly in a simple frame." In the case of modern dresses, fashion advocates had gradually managed to convince most critics of their compatibility with conventional womanhood. Short hair fared differently.

Short, simple haircuts for women never gained acceptance in the 1920s, at least not among the men and women who publicly expressed their opinions. The controversy over women's hair only died down at the end of the decade, when a new, modified style of short hair became popular. Ironically, this new short style, which eventually appeased critics, emerged from the beauty salon run by women's hairdressers. Having been entirely unsuccessful in their attempts to coax women into preserving their long hair and eager to regain some of the professional territory lost to barbers, women's hairdressers found themselves forced to dispense with their rejection of the short fashions.

Still unwilling, however, to embrace the bobbed look, they devised a new strategy. Arguing that short hair unfortunately had been "carried to extremes... by the less cultivated segments of the female population" and was sported by "each and every factory and shop-girl," (middle-class) women were offered a chance to distinguish themselves as "finer ladies" through "feminine and graceful styles with curls and waves" while they were waiting for their hair to grow out again. By fashioning themselves as aides to women concerned with the reestablishment of their femininity and by presenting their care for short hair as a form of damage control, hairdressers were able to legitimize their growing interest in women's new hairstyles.

With relatively few ideological scruples they were therefore able to plunge into this profitable market during the last years of the 1920s, gradually recapturing the patronage of most women. However, that women left the barbershop and (re)turned to the beauty salon did not indicate that long hair was regaining its popularity. Fashionable hairstyles for women remained short for the rest of the decade. What did change was the way short hair actually looked. Female hairdressers, one fashion columnist noted with applause, did "everything to give the short style a more feminine air than earlier."

Permanent waves and curls, artificial hair pieces, decorative combs, ribbons, and barrettes all contributed to this goal. This new, feminized version of short hair quickly gained popularity among women interested in variation and possibly weary of public hostility. Within just a few years the original simple, straight styles had virtually been abandoned. Customers, one hairdresser noted with pleasure in 1927, now wanted "to become more feminine, not with completely long hair, but with longer short hair, enough to be curly in the back and around the face .. . so that the repulsive boyish head becomes beautified and more feminine."

Thus, after a brief but troubling intermission where women's adoption of short hair seemed to be blurring gender differences, new curlier versions of bobbed hair marked the reestablishment of gender distinctions in fashionable self-presentation. Even though women continued to cut their hair, the clear stylistic differences between short hair for men and short hair for women soothed critics, and gradually their opposition faded. With their confidence in the stability of sexual difference restored, some of the harshest opponents were even able to admit a few years later that they actually found short hair quite charming and attractive—if not on their wives, then at least on their daughters.”

- Birgitte Soland, “The Emergence of the Modern Look.” in Becoming Modern: Young Women and the Reconstruction of Womanhood in the 1920s

#becoming modern #birgitte soland #danish #fashion #hair #1920s #history

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shoprbls · 4 years

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#BlackLives ARE NOT disposable ☝🏾 #protectblackwomen #justiceforBreonaTaylor (B.T. photo credit: #hanifaoffical Arlyn) (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCnZkK-B8qc/?igshid=17e01wa96b27t

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atotaltaitaitale · 5 years

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A couple weeks ago I was chatting with a friend about the Toilet Paper buying frenzy in Singapore and now in several other countries, which thinking about it beg to wonder “Does a country really go thru the CoronaVirus outbreak if the supermarkets shelves aren’t striped of the weirdest thing?” 🤔

But I digress, I was joking with her that I went through and survived the Norwegian butter crisis back in 2011 so I should be fine with the current Toilet Paper crisis ;-)

The Norwegian butter crisis began in late 2011 with an acute shortage of butter and inflation of its price across markets in Norway. The shortage caused soaring prices and stores' stocks of butter ran out within minutes of deliveries. According to the Danish tabloid B.T, Norway was gripped by smør-panik ("butter panic") as a result of the butter shortage. (Yep it has its own Wikipedia page!)

A single 250 g (8.8 oz) pack of imported Lurpak butter cost NOK 300 (€39; £32; $50) by mid-December 2011

Photo from my old blog while living in Stavanger.

#WeWillSurvive

#singapore #singapore life #expat life #c&jFiguringOutCoronaVirus

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zenonaa · 5 years

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Read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18444209

Comments: Commissioned by @matrioshka a while back. Thank you for your patience!

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Aloysius Pennyworth came from a family of butlers. His father had been a butler, and his father’s father had been a butler, and so on, back through generations upon generations. Though Aloysius had admittedly been somewhat unruly in his early years, mixing with the wrong crowds and at one point getting acquitted of a double murder, he didn’t regret returning to his roots and dedicating the rest of his life to assisting others as a butler.

In any case, being a butler could be just as eventful as being a gang member, especially when one was the head butler of a fourteen year old billionaire.

The door to Byakuya Togami’s bedroom opened, leading into a space that could fit a bungalow inside of it. Such a large room was necessary, after all, as Byakuya required a place that could accommodate all of his possessions, like his piano, violin, pool table, king-sized bed, computers and books upon books upon books, just as a few examples. Everything was neatly arranged on a dark wood laminate flooring bordered by off-white walls. Byakuya’s mother had instructed that the room be furnished with warm hues and wooden accents, but the potted plant in one corner had been Aloysius’s idea. A nice splash of green.

On the other side of the room, Byakuya sat at his desk, and on hearing the door, he turned around on his swivel chair with his hands steepled. Aloysius approached, revealing his withered face to the other, and strode forward with his pale blue eyes fixed on Byakuya.

He stopped a short distance away.

“You wanted me?” asked Aloysius, holding his hands down in front of himself.

Byakuya gave a nod and turned his chair back around so he faced his computer again.

“I need you to sign up for an eBay account so I can buy something from it,” Byakuya told him.

Here lay a pause.

“e...Bay?” repeated Aloysius slowly, drawing his face into a frown that added more wrinkles. “I think I’ve heard of that. It’s a dating website, is it not?”

“What? No. It’s not.” Byakuya’s brow creased, and talking matter-of-factly, he explained, “It’s a website that deals with auctions and consumer to consumer sales. I wish to purchase something on the website that someone is selling.”

Aloysius raised his eyebrows a little.

“What is stopping you?” he asked.

Byakuya pursed his lips.

“Age,” he replied.

At his young age, barely in his teens, Byakuya had amassed a vast amount of money, not just from his family but from his own ventures too. It couldn’t, however, buy some things, such as years that he could add to his age right now so he could legally sign up to an American multinational corporation.

Aloysius studied Byakuya’s earnest face.

“This sounds important,” said Aloysius seriously. “What is it that you wish to buy?”

Byakuya didn’t hesitate for even a second.

“Genocider Syo’s scissors,” said Byakuya.

Ah, yes. That unidentified serial killer murdering all those men. Their scissors. Aloysius stooped down and pulled out his reading glasses from his shirt pocket. He put them on and squinted at the screen.

“You may need to assist me in signing up,” said Aloysius, resting a hand on the back of Byakuya’s chair.

“Fine. Let’s do it now, before someone else buys it,” Byakuya demanded, and Aloysius watched him open up the necessary tabs on his internet browser.

Now, Aloysius wasn’t the most tech-savvy person but he could work a computer, and he had an email address, though he let Byakuya fill in a form using Aloysius’s personal details. Besides, Byakuya could type faster anyway, and Byakuya only paused when he came to a box asking for a password for the account.

“You choose something,” said Aloysius. “I don’t think I will be using the site for myself, so it’s not important that I remember it.”

Byakuya flexed his fingers. A multitude of passwords were available, yet that abundance of choice made it harder to choose just one. He scraped his teeth against his lips in thought and after some deliberation, he typed in a certain star from a constellation, with various symbols and numbers thrown in that would only mean something to him... and Aloysius.

With a final click on the mouse, the page on the screen changed, now showing a lot less text, and Byakuya straightened up.

“You will have a confirmation email in your inbox,” Byakuya informed him. “You need to click a link in it. Then I can start using the account to shop.”

“I shall open it swiftly,” said Aloysius. He stepped back and asked, “Would you like a snack?”

“Coffee and kołacz,” said Byakuya, still facing his computer.

“As you wish.”

Aloysius bowed then left the room. Byakuya opened the tab with the auction page again and stared at the photograph of the scissors. There had been a few bids placed on it, but he planned to forego that tedious process and purchase them at a certain high price. After he bought them, all he had to do was wait for them to arrive.

And that he did.

They took four weeks to be delivered to this mansion. Not ‘his’. ‘This’. The Togami Conglomerate owned several around the world, of course, and the mansion he currently lived at was the one closest to his private school. While he waited for it, Byakuya went about his usual things. Attending classes, participating in extra lessons at home, reading through cold cases, playing on the stock market, attending meetings with other billionaires and listening to aspiring businessmen pitch him possible investments... the usual sort of thing.

Hearing someone rap on his door, Byakuya uttered a curt, “enter,” and the door to his room opened. Aloysius came in with a box. It was paper brown with a sticker slapped onto it.

“I assume that this is your order,” said Aloysius, walking over. “For the past week, I have had emails from the eBay website telling me to leave feedback. It has been quite persistent.”

Aloysius handed the package to Byakuya, who picked away at it until he got it open. He extracted the contents slowly. Swathed in thin layers of foam paper were the scissors, presumably, though he could only feel the general shape of them for now, and he pried the wrapping apart to get to what was inside.

His eyes widened a bit. They looked like scissors. Custom-made scissors, to be precise, with large, curved finger rests. At some point, they must have been cleaned, because there weren’t any blood stains on them. None that he could see, at least.

While Byakuya examined the scissors, Aloysius spoke again.

“I know I said that I doubted I would be using the website for myself, but I was looking at it today and there is a seller who stocks doilies enmasse that have taken my fancy,” confessed Aloysius.

Byakuya didn’t reply, still inspecting the scissors. Aloysius tilted his head to one side.

“Young master?” he said curiously.

“Capital P, Polaris, exclamation mark, hash, lower case B.T. comma, the number thirteen,” said Byakuya in monotone without lifting his gaze. He heard Aloyisus’s footfalls gradually recede until the door shut as Aloysius made his exit.

As for Byakuya, he leaned back in his chair and turned the scissors over in his hands.

Somewhere, in the world, was the original owner. A serial killer who eluded authorities, time and time again. Even the prestigious Kirigiri family of detectives failed to identify who Genocider was. Byakuya thought, if he had access to all the information that the police had about that killer, he would have been able to solve the mystery. Yet, despite being heir to the Togami family, he had been denied access, and when he made a request to his father, his father sent a message demanding that ‘the heir’ not waste time on such matters.

He stroked the scissors with his thumb gently, having only seen them before now in the photo on the seller’s page and in grainy images that he managed to obtain of the crime scene from the dark web.

G.S. was engraved into the upper blade of the scissors.

“Genocider Syo,” he said to himself quietly, and he promised himself that he would be the one to unmask the killer.

It would start with these scissors.

***

The scissors remained in his possession for the next several years. Most of the time, they stayed in a sliding drawer storage box with a matte laminate surface, black and sleek, which Aloysius bought him for one of his birthdays. When he pulled the scissors out, he would study them for a while, trying to imagine their owner. Some internet sleuths theorised that the killer was a ‘he’ and either a high school student or a college student, and they would post photographs of people they thought Syo could possibly be, some dead, some not.

All of them turned out to be wrong.

Byakuya found that out personally.

“Those ain’t mine!”

He flinched. The girl standing opposite him, a head shorter, pierced him with her bright eyes. She grinned as she waved the scissors bought all those years ago that turned out to be fake. Fraudulent. Counterfeit. Never having once belonged to Genocider Syo, or even a lesser known serial killer.

And this girl would know... after all, she was Genocider Syo.

Keeping to his word, and though it took him years, Byakuya learned the identity of the murderer dubbed Genocider Syo. However, the discovery had not turned out like he anticipated. He hadn’t expected to be locked up in a school with fourteen other students, and he hadn’t expected a visitor, a stuttering girl with owl-eye glasses, a shifty gaze and a hunched posture, to come into his room and tell him that she had an alter who was the person who had captured Byakuya’s attention for many, many, many hours.

Her coming to his room? Understandable. That girl followed him around everywhere. But to tell him that she shared a body with a serial killer? Even he felt like she wrenched a rug from beneath him.

The aforementioned alter stood in front of him and flicked her long tongue that always seemed to hang out of her mouth. She tossed the fake scissors that he presented to her over her shoulder. They landed on her bed.

Syo had shown off her actual scissors earlier, during the last trial orchestrated by their captor, an anthropomorphic bear, and she did so again now, taking a set from the leather pouch affixed to her thigh. Her eyes gleamed as she brandished the scissors, her scissors, a thumb and a finger tucked through the metal rings.

“I told you, but in case you don’t want to look up the exact quote, to summarise, all my scissors are handmade,” said Syo. She tipped her head to one side, leaving a beat of silence, and furrowed her brow. “Except the first set. I stole those from a store the same night I murdered that bit character in Shikoku, only for Gloomy to hide them. So I had to make my own from then on, right?”

Byakuya let her continue uninterrupted.

“I didn’t want to keep stealing them,” Syo explained, and she folded her arms over her chest, suddenly sombre. “I’d be like Bobby Leach, doing all that crazy shit and then slipping on an orange peel and dying. If I’m gonna hit the big house, it’ll be for murder, not for stealing, so I made my own, yeah? Like Akina Nakamori has her huskiness, I have my cute trademark too!”

A wide grin lit up her face and obnoxious laughter burst out of her. Byakuya’s eardrums twinged and he shot a glare at her. The first person she mentioned was a British stunt artist from the early twentieth century and the latter person, Byakuya didn’t know, but he assumed she was a celebrity. An idol or an actress. That kind of person.

He slowly pushed up his glasses, not breaking eye contact. After so long, he had Genocider Syo in front of him, and this opportunity to talk to her wouldn’t last. In this mutual killings scenario, there would only be one winner, and so she would perish along with the rest of their supposed classmates. Either she would be killed, or she would kill.

With this in mind, he had come to her room. She wouldn’t be able to get away with murdering him if he was killed here, where she would be the first suspect.

Well, she could still kill him, but he liked a little danger sometimes.

Byakuya just wished she would stop getting sidetracked.

“They’re fake, but those scissors you got are initialled... That’s real corny!” Syo threw her head back and laughed again, clutching her sides. When she flushed that out of her system, she fixed her eyes on him, smirking. “I didn’t come up with the name. Saw it in the papers first and it struck a chord. Until then, I didn’t have a name and had to use Gloomy’s.”

“The police were under the assumption that you were male,” Byakuya told her, watching as Syo swayed restlessly.

He wished she would keep still too. Everything about her gave him a headache.

“That’s because the police are morons, but can you blame them?” she said. “My parents and even the doctor who held me up like I was a cartoon lion when I was shit out of someone’s vagina thought I was a boy.”

She stopped rocking from side to side and eyed him.

“But Gloomy’s a girl, wouldn’t you say?” she added.

“Undeniably,” said Byakuya without having to think.

Syo studied him some more.

“Seems like you’re a real big fan of me,” she said. She raised her scissors, opened them, then shut them again. Her grin broadened, full of teeth. “I can imagine you bent over your desk, pictures of my work all around you, one of your hands on the edge of your desk and your other hand underneath it, blanking your blank!”

Byakuya felt a jolt. His chest clenched. This woman had no filter at all. He glowered and spoke through his teeth. “Whatever you’re insinuating is incorrect.”

“Never said it happened! Just that I can imagine it,” she chirped as she wiggled her chin at him. She smacked her hands onto her cheeks. “Gloomy’s not the only one with a boundless imagination! How about instead of this stuffy interview, we get to the chase! You want to know about my crimes? How about we reenact it? You would look so cute on my wall! I don’t normally do this, but I could even give you a BJ! It’s the stuff of fanfictions!”

His face grew hotter. “We will not do that at all,” he said, his voice cracking as he raised it despite his efforts to not show any heightened emotion around her.

Only she could get under his skin like that. Not even the mastermind managed it like Syo did. And oh how he hated it. The difference between Touko and Syo was stark. While Touko mumbled and fidgetted and had a passion for novels, romance and classics in particular, Syo squawked and danced about and seemed like the sort of person who spurned novels and drooled over trashy yaoi.

“Saving yourself for marriage?” she said, simpering, and she flumped back onto the bed. “Or did no one ever teach you how to get dirty? I guess because your dad’s seed got planted up your lady in a lab, he never learned. Bet he was a virgin.”

Byakuya hesitated. It was true that his mother had been artificially inseminated with his father’s sperm in a private Togami-owned clinic. This was something that he didn’t go around telling anyone, even her, as if that would have deterred her from her advances.

But she also used past tense, like he stopped being a virgin, or he died.

He pinched his lips together. Whatever. Most could have come to the same conclusion as her.

“You’re so hot even when you’re pulling faces!” she crowed in delight, and she drummed her heels against her bed. “Argh, do me do me do me, Byakuya-sama!”

Syo hugged herself, shuddering. He refused to dignify any of that. She settled down a bit. Her eyes flitted to him.

“You got any other questions for me, Byakuya-sama?” she asked.

“Why did you start killing people?” he said, peering over at her and not approaching the bed. “Your victims are all men. You said they were attractive, but is that really it?”

“Eh? Why does an artist paint? Why does a singer perform?” she retorted, like talking about the weather or something equally mundane. “Why does a sister dedicate herself to her twin sister even if she’ll get stabbed in the back or skewered by spears in the end? It’s a feeling. Passion.”

Byakuya tried to speak, to request her to elaborate, but Syo sat up and talked over him.

“Hey, hey. You’re an interviewer. A sexy interviewer, but an interviewer all the same, not a freaking psychiatrist,” she said firmly. “It’s who I am, okay? Some people are born with red hair, and some are like me, killers.”

Syo motioned toward herself. He stared at her.

“There is no one like you,” he told her plainly.

She didn’t react at first. Then she snorted and flailed happily.

“Aw, you’re making me blush! You’re overthinking it, Darling.” Syo steadied herself, and while she still grinned, there was an edge to it. “Listen, if I wanted to tell my life story, I’d go to that sister of yours, Shinaboo-boo the bear.”

He inhaled through his nose but otherwise betrayed nothing. To name his half-sister like that... a half-sister that he didn’t make public knowledge... how could she...?

“Though, she’d probably change some facts, right?” remarked Syo thoughtfully, tapping herself on the chin. “It’s not beneath her. Whatever it takes to uphold the family name. Skip over all the killing, and maybe not mention you being Polaris. Some people would get real mad, trust me.”

Byakuya widened his eyes and let slip a small gasp.

“How do you know that?” he asked. He never told anyone about that. He never would. Especially not someone he had only read about, otherwise a near stranger. A serial killer.

She laughed.

“Tell me!” he demanded, louder.

Syo laughed more, shaking, then tipped her head forward with that same, same grin.

“You think I’m in a glass case on display,” she said. It could have been a question, but he doubted she meant it to be one. “Maybe I am. And you can see in, but I can see out, y’know?”

“What?” he said heatedly, raising his fists. “I don’t have time for your inane metaphors. How do you know this about me?”

“You don’t remember?” she asked, and he really did not. She resumed her laughter and realising he wouldn’t get anything more out of her, he left her room, feeling like he knew less than he did before.

***

How she knew about what she said to him became clear within the next few weeks. Painfully clear. The whole Togami Conglomerate... had been wiped out. Murdered. Byakuya didn’t feel emotional loss from that. Never had. For people with families, he supposed, they might feel saddened, and while the conglomerate had his surname and people he shared DNA with, like his father, he didn’t consider any of them family. Just business associates. People would call him heartless for only being concerned that a group he considered strong, the strongest, had been annihilated, and not because his father begged for his life on live television before being shot by an imposter dressed as his biological son.

Byakuya’s fiancée put it best when the conversation once came up during lunch and Aoi Asahina asked him about his lack of emotion. He wasn’t the one who was heartless - everyone around him while he grew up had been.

At that point, Byakuya and his now soon-to-be wife hadn’t been dating. Back then, Byakuya wouldn’t have believed that he would plan to marry someone not chosen for him by someone else, like his mother had been chosen to marry his father because of Byakuya’s accomplishments. Had someone told him years ago that he would have chosen his own wife because he cared for her in a way that he, at the time, mocked and scoffed and considered to be a weakness beneath him, he would have blanked out their existence for the rest of his life as they clearly had nothing of worth to say.

How things changed.

He adjusted his tie, staring at his full length mirror, and heard the door open.

“There you are! I knew if I followed the scent of sex, I’d find you!” came a voice behind him.

His reflection grimaced.

And how some things didn’t change. He held in a sigh and looked over his shoulder. Just as expected, there was Syo, dressed in a satin purple nightdress. She sat down heavily on their bed, one leg crossed over the other, vibrating with energy.

Byakuya regarded her coolly.

“Is the stove on?” he asked.

“Dunno!” she said with a shrug. “Didn’t check. I think Gloomy was adding pepper to breakfast and got a whiff of it, or something. So here I am! Da, da, da!”

She threw out her arms, beaming.

It had probably been switched off then. Syo focused on him.

“What’s with the suit? It’s even sexier than usual,” she said playfully as she stretched out her legs.

He frowned and turned around completely to face her.

“Did you think to check the calendar? It’s the day of the wedding,” he said.

The amused glow on Syo’s face dimmed. Surely, she must have known. In the past, Syo and Touko hadn’t shared memories, but with support and therapy, they had learned to do something called co-fronting, or they could be aware of what was going on while the other fronted at the least.

“That thing,” she stated in monotone, and Byakuya had a suspicion that she had known the whole time. She forced herself to perk up, but it was like she had two lights in her and only one was turned on. “Why don’t we bail on that stuffy show and have some fun? Just you and me... and maybe Hiro-kun. God, you need to get hotter friends.”

His expression didn’t soften.

“I’m not skipping the wedding,” said Byakuya. “You know that.”

Syo groaned and flung her head back.

“Bor-ring!” she said loudly. “Weddings are boring!”

“I’m aware of your feelings, but you’re not getting married,” he said. “I’m marrying Touko.”

She kept her head angled back and pouted.

“You’re going to want me to switch out, aren’t you?” she asked, and he didn’t answer. Her head snapped forward and she beckoned to him with her hand, her lips twisted tightly. It could have been a smile, but Byakuya doubted it. “Well, if you give me a good fuck, I might consider it!”

He narrowed his eyes. “Syo.”

Her face sobered. She clicked her tongue and hunched her shoulders, turning her head away.

“I can see you’re not gonna be swayed,” she grumbled, and she slouched even more. “Ugh, you’re lucky that Gloomy loves you so much, because I’d have killed you by now otherwise.”

Byakuya inclined his head to one side. Syo’s eyes were averted away from him.

“You have claimed that you and her share feelings,” he noted. “But... I wonder, if that’s really it?”

She tensed, still not looking. “Eh?”

He cupped his chin.

“I’m wondering if you have come to care about Touko,” he said. Syo twitched and shot him a cold look.

“Care? Listen, I’ve never hated Gloomy, even though she barely tolerates me. Most of the time, she hated my guts...” She slapped a hand against her cheek, pretending to swoon, but she spoke harshly. “Oh, Genocider has killed my crush, oh woe, woe... Can I really be blamed though? I’m a ruthless stone cold killer! It’s like telling a baby not to cry!”

“You’ll probably find that a lot of people blame you,” he deadpanned.

Her brow quirked.

“You’re arguing back?” she said. His face didn’t quiver.

“I’m just saying,” he told her, and she lowered her gaze.

The room fell silent. Syo twiddled her thumbs, kicking her legs gently over the side of the bed. Seeing her like this, contemplative and reserved, reminded him more of Touko than of Syo, though Touko’s confidence had improved a lot since they first met. She hadn’t styled her hair this morning and it was unruly around her, not yet tamed into one or two braids, but her signature glasses sat on her nose.

Usually, Syo wasn’t hard to read, blurting any and all thoughts as they entered her head, but right now, Byakuya could only guess what thoughts passed through her mind as she stared intently into space.

“Tell me,” said Byakuya, watching her closely, “did you hate yourself?”

Syo blinked. Wavered. Looked at him. “What?”

“If you share emotions, such as your love for me, then when she hated you, did that mean you hated yourself?” asked Byakuya.

She looked away again. “It doesn’t work like that.”

“Why not?”

“It just doesn’t!” Syo snarled, stomping a foot. Byakuya’s features gave a calm tremble like someone blew gently on his face. “I love being me! Why wouldn’t I?”

Her eyes blazed with an inner fire.

“Anyway, I thought I was the cute ditz!” Syo hissed, thrusting out her chin. “You’re getting sidetracked. I said I was going to let you get married. That’s what’s convenient, right? I’m sticking around for plot points, and then - ”

She trailed off. Some of her fervour ebbed away, and she balled her hands into fists.

Byakuya frowned.

“You know, you don’t have to be ashamed of caring for someone,” said Byakuya quietly.

Syo went slack, then cringed. Obviously, she heard what he said, but she abstained from answering him. That didn’t stop him from talking though.

“I was of a similar mind to you,” he told her. “I thought caring for someone was a weakness to be exploited...”

Byakuya walked over to her. He tucked his fingers under her chin and pushed up. Syo’s brow puckered as their eyes met.

“... but thanks to your alter, I know it doesn’t have to be that way,” he finished. “And I can’t say that you don’t get some strength from your feelings either. I heard that it gave you strength to back down from your chase of Monaka Towa, not just your love for me but your friendship with Naegi’s sister too.”

The tension in her face didn’t subside. Byakuya lowered his hand and stepped back. She touched her chin, feeling where he had held her. A faint blush dusted her cheeks.

“Tch,” clucked Syo, and she dropped her hand from her face. Very pointedly, she trained her eyes on her lap. “You’ve lost your edge, Darling.”

“Judging by your sudden meekness, I think I’ve still got it,” he said, feeling a smirk rise to his face.

“I should kill you,” she said in a light tone, still not making eye contact.

His eyes widened a bit.

“Do it,” he said, just as hushed.

With lightning reflexes, she whipped out a pair of scissors from the holster she still wore on her thigh. Before he could apprehend what was happening, she had him pinned to a wall and she held the blades of her scissors to his neck.

Byakuya breathed slowly, staring, and she stared back. With a tiny bit more pressure, she could nick him. Get him to bleed a little. Squirm.

Time crawled by. The scissors declined and eventually fell to her side without making a single mark on him. Syo aimed her gaze at his chest. Not at his eyes.

“Do you want to see the dress?” he asked casually, like she hadn’t tried to kill him. Because she hadn’t. They both knew that.

Syo gave a stiff nod and shrugged. He stepped past her and crossed over to the wardrobe, feeling her eyes burn into the back of his neck as opened it and revealed the dress. The white textured bodice had a sweetheart neckline with ruffled off-shoulder sleeves and a lace cape decorated with silhouettes of butterflies, and the same fabric as the cape was used for the outer layers of the skirts, reaching far enough to end at the feet.

“Western, eh...?” said Syo, craning her neck a little. “Just like in movies. I knew it. Gloomy’s so predictable.”

“Do you want to try it on?” he asked.

She recoiled. Hard. Jerked her head back.

“W-What?” she barked, and she couldn’t even pretend to laugh. Her shoulders shook like she was laughing though. “Aren’t you worried I’ll get blood on it? Though, it could do with a bit of colour, don’t you think?”

Syo ended her question with a grin. He didn’t reply, waiting for her to answer his offer properly, and she noticed. Her smile slid off.

“I told you, marriage ain’t my thing!” she huffed. “It’s Gloomy’s!”

Byakuya didn’t respond still. She rolled her eyes and exhaled loudly.

“Alright, I’ll humour you,” she groused. “Geez.”

Neither laughed though. He helped her into the dress and once it was on her, he stepped back and let her examine herself in the mirror. Syo didn’t speak, barely moving save for pushing back a bit of hair, adjusting her glasses, wringing her hands. Little restless fidgets like that. They shared the same body, but for the first time, Syo’s mannerisms were like that of Touko. For the first time, Syo looked like Touko.

“It’s girly...” Syo muttered.

“That’s your gender, isn’t it?” he said, unable to take his eyes off her.

“Hell if I know.”

Syo scrutinised her reflection for a while longer, strangely quiet, until finally she turned to Byakuya and hiked up her skirts. He knew what she was searching for, and indeed, she found the leather pouch of scissors like he expected, but then she fiddled and removed the pouch completely.

Then, stranger still, she held it out to him, as if she wanted him to -

“ - take them,” she said.

Byakuya peered at the pouch, at a loss for words.

“Listen,” said Syo, strengthening her grip. The pouch creaked in her hand. “A long time ago, I made a promise to Naegi. I said that I wouldn’t kill again if I could be with you. You’ve always been different, Darling. Gloomy has had her fair share of crushes on boys and girls, but you... her feelings go deep.”

Therefore, Syo’s ran deep.

“Like the chocolate coating at the bottom of a glass that held ice cream milkshake,” she added, whatever that meant, but Byakuya thought he understood.

She jiggled the pouch, as if reminding him to take them from her, but he didn’t budge.

“I mean, who can blame her?” said Syo, trying not to smile but failing. A thin one oozed out. “You’re fit. Hot. You’re really smart, but other times, you’re really dumb but it’s always in a cute way. You’re fun to tease, especially when you scowl, and...”

He grabbed her shoulder suddenly. Syo tensed, and before she had chance to process what was happening, he leaned in.

Her breathing suspended as he pecked her lips. Their glasses clacked together.

“If you just shared feelings with Touko, you wouldn’t have been able to say that,” he said as he straightened, feeling his face burn.

Unlike when she said lewd things, however, it wasn’t so bad this time. Syo had her own unique charm that excited him like no other, unpredictable and captivating even now. His heart skipped as he gazed at her.

“Also... thank you for taking care of Touko, all this time,” he said, hollowing his cheeks as he tried not to smile. He failed, much like she had.

She blinked, then laughed that grating laugh of hers and rubbed her knuckles against her eyes.

“Wow, you worried about stinking or something?” she said. “You’ve put on enough deodorant for both of us. It’s making my eyes sting.”

A snort escaped her.

“Yep, I definitely hate weddings. Too mushy. I think I’ll let Gloomy take over,” she said, almost babbling. “You shouldn’t see the bride in her dress before the wedding, you know. I better go take it off.”

Before he could reply, Syo hurried into the bathroom and shut the door behind herself. Byakuya stayed where he was.

There was a sneeze from inside.

“W-What’s going on?” asked Touko, rustling. “Why am I crying?”

Apparently, Syo had chosen to front by herself.

“You’re getting changed. Our friends should be here soon to do your makeup and hair,” he said calmly, used to having to fill in blanks for them.

“Oh, okay,” she said, faltering a bit, still confused. “Thank you, Darling.”

He smiled, adjusted his glasses and left the bedroom. Once through the door, he gave his eyes a quick wipe and headed for the stairs.

They had a wedding to prepare for, after all.

#syogami #togafuka #danganronpa #byakuya togami #genocider syo #syotogafuka #sfw #fanfiction #touko fukawa #aloysius pennyworth #one shot #i actually had most of this written some time ago #but i took a break to focus on tofu week

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Winter Beer Festival announces the 2019 draft list. Tickets still on sale.

Press Release

The 15th Annual Winter Beer Festival will take place on Friday, December 6th and Saturday, December 7th, at Hangar 30 at Magnuson Park in the Sand Point neighborhood of Seattle. This Washington Brewers Guild tasting event will feature 42 statewide breweries pouring 142 delicious holiday season creations. The beer lineup will include dark malty stouts, robust winter warmers, rich barrel-aged gems, coffee beers, chocolate brews and more. This event sells out every year so purchase your tickets today! Below you will find the participating breweries and the mouth-watering beer list for this annual winter beer celebration.

In addition to the amazing beer list there will be delicious food for purchase from three local food trucks, and Brewmasters Bakery. We'll have a holiday gift shop so you can get some beer gear for your Washington Beer loving friends and Santa will be around for group photos. We'll even make it snow indoors at this festive event so come and celebrate the season!

192 Brewing Company-Kenmore

1) Blitzen's Busted Nut, Spiced Ale

2) Frango's Mint Chocolate Stout, Sweet Stout

3) Pumpkin Spiced Chai Latte-Weizen (ABV 5% / IBU 16)

7 Seas Brewing-Tacoma

1) Willie Maize Haze IPA (ABV 6.2% / IBU 55)

Flaked oats, wheat, and corn lend a soft, rounded mouthfeel to this unfiltered IPA, loaded with newfangled hop varieties – El Dorado, Mosaic, Idaho 7, and Meridian – for lots of juicy flavor and aroma.

2) Booby Traps CDA (ABV 7.0% / IBU 65)

A truly Northwest original, Cascadian Dark Ale is surprisingly light on the pallet, yet velvety smooth. Dark as a Cascadian winter, generously layered with piney hops, and a hint of roasted malts for a lingering, flavorful finish. Like the divergent landscapes of its' Pacific Northwest roots, this ale offers both power and finesses, audacity and subtlety.

Anacortes Brewery-Anacortes

1) Klosterbier (ABV 5.3% / IBU 35) Smooth, dark lager originally brewed at the Anacortes Brewery under the guidance of the visiting brewmaster of The Kalt Loch Brewery in Bavaria. Inspired by a dark lager brewed for the Engelberg Monastery. Delicately hopped with Perle hops, this beer has become a local favorite. 2) Herbert's Ale (ABV 7% / IBU 86) This hoppy, Northwest-style Amber Ale is made with Skagit Valley malt and balanced with generous amounts of Centennial, Chinook, Cascade and Mandarina Bavaria hop varieties. Brewed to honor industry pioneer, Bert Grant, who opened the first craft brewery in the state of Washington. 3) Noel Winter Ale (ABV 7.0% / IBU 45) Celebrating the holiday season, this winter warmer uses various aromatic specialty malts and has a prominent hop character from mild American Noble varieties. 4) Cream Bee (ABV 4.8% / IBU 21) Brewed with 40 lbs of local honey and all pilsner malt to give this light ale a straw color, while Mt. Hood hops provide just the right amount of balance for a crisp, refreshing finish. 5) Cask Noel

Aslan Brewing Co–Bellingham 1) Coastal Pils (Gravity Keg) (ABV 4.8%)

A northern German-style pilsener with citrus like bitterness

2) Lambo Tape Deck (DIPA) (ABV 8.2%) A Greco-Roman DIPA hopped with Chinook and Mosaic

3) King Moonracer Holiday Ale (ABV 5.8%)

A traditional English holiday ale, finished with a secret blend of holiday-centric spices

4) Ashes in the Fall Cuvee London Export Stout (ABV 12.8%)

Aged in both rye whisky and red wine barrels for 10 months with Brettanomyces claussenii.

Bale Breaker Brewing Company–Yakima

1) Hazy L Hazy IPA After refining our hazy game for a year with over 30 recipes in our Imagination Station, we created this unique hazy showcasing Citra and Sabro hops designed for everyday drinking. With approachable bitterness and a crisp body, this hazy is a nod to ripe East Coast hazies with our own fun West Coast spin. In the early 1900's, "Lazy L" was the cattle brand of our great-grandparents, B.T. and Leota Loftus, who planted our family's first hops in 1932. 2) Dormancy Breakfast Stout Dormancy Breakfast Stout was initially brewed as a heavier, dark beer to get us through the cold weather months when the hops lay dormant. We call it a breakfast stout because we use certain grains--like flaked oats, victory malt, and chocolate malt--that mimic breakfast flavors. Also, we condition this beer for three days on locally roasted Lincoln Avenue Espresso Costa Rican Blend at 1 lb per barrel. There are negligible levels of caffeine in this beer--there are .11 cups of coffee/pint, or 10 Dormancys = 1 cup of coffee. 3) Sown & Grown Homegrown IPA (ABV 6.5% / IBU 55) Homegrown hops. Homegrown barley. Homegrown beer. Sown and grown in the Yakima Valley and brought to you by Bale Breaker Brewing Company. An easy concept for easy drinking. Brewed with Simcoe, Mosaic, Loral, Citra, Ahtanum hops and Loftus family-farmed Pilsner, Vienna, and Munich malt with an IBU rating of 55 and 6.5% ABV makes for a traditional Bale Breaker hop-forward yet smooth IPA.

Beardslee Public House-Bothell

1) Peppermint Stout (ABV 8.0% / IBU 45) 2) Invicculus IPA (ABV 5.9% / IBU 50)

Modeled on a beer, “Icculus”, which Drew had made at the Big Time Brewery back in 2011, Invicculus features tropical fruit forward Nelson Sauvin hops from New Zealand, and NW Mosaic hops. 3) Grapple Belgian Tripel (ABV 8.4% / IBU 18)

Bent Bine Brewery-Belfair 1) Blackfish Cascadian Dark Ale (ABV 6.7% / IBU 74) As smooth and powerful as the beings that roam our Puget Sound. This beer will take you places land lubbers where not meant to roam. Dark, roasty, slightly oaky, firmly hopped. 2) Bent Monk Abbey Style Ale (ABV 6.7%) Inspired buy the dedication to ingredients and time the monks of old displayed in creating this most holy of beers. Flavorful, sweet, malty, crisp. 3) Hopnanigans IPA (ABV 7.5% / IBU 74) Whimsical, playful and devilishly dedicated to the tricks hops will play on your senses.

Black Raven Brewing-Redmond

1) Festivus Infused Holiday Strong Pale Ale (ABV 7.1% / IBU 45)

Brewed in the holiday spirit with cranberries, Buddha’s hand, orange peel, and a brewer’s secret blend of spices. What better beer to enjoy while airing your grievances and performing your feats of strength?

2) Goldfeather Blonde Ale (ABV 5.4% / IBU 24)

Light, crisp, and effervescent with low bitterness. El Dorado and Mosaic hops bring tropical and candied stone fruit to the aroma.

3) Grandfather Raven Imperial Stout (ABV 9.5% / IBU 75)

This robust black ale is full with rich dark caramel notes, unsweetened chocolate, and hints of coffee aromas and flavors.

4) La Petite Mort Strong Abbey Dark Ale (ABV 8.5% / IBU 36)

Brewed with a Belgian Ardennes yeast strain, and a generous three month cellar aging mellows and matures this fine ale. Flavors of dark fruit such as plums and raisins, deep caramel notes, and wonderfully earthy tobacco tones.

5) La Mort Garryana Strong Abbey Dark Ale (ABV 9.7% / IBU 36) (FRI Only)

A barrel-aged version of our La Petite Mort that we rested in a twice filled Westland Garryana Single Malt Whiskey cask before transferring to stainless for additional aging.

Burke-Gilman Brewing Company-Seattle

1) Gulden Spike (ABV 12%) A barrel-aged Belgian Golden Strong 2) Mole (ABV 9%)

A barrel-aged stout aged on cacao nibs, ancho chiles and vanilla beans 3) Boombastic (ABV 9%) A Belgian Dark Strong aged in red wine barrels 4) Random IPA (ABV 7%)

Lotsa hops, but nicely balanced

Cloudburst Brewing-Seattle

1) One of Our IPAs - Um, it's an IPA - 6.8%/60 IBU 2) Something Dark and/or Strong - Because it's Winter, obvs. - ~10%/50 IBU 3) Probably an Ale, Maybe a Lager - Do you like ales? We sure do. This is one of them. Or not.

Counterbalance Brewing Company-Seattle

1) Verboten Vanilla Porter (ABV 5.9% / IBU 39) Flavors of vanilla, dark chocolate, toffee, hazelnut, caramel, roasted malt, black pepper. 2) Mandarina Hazy IPA (ABV 7.2% / IBU 40) Featuring Mandarina Bavaria hops from Germany, this beer has tropical pineapple aroma and flavors of tangerine, white peach, white pepper, and a touch of dankness. 3) 2019 Bourbon Barrel Aged Kushetka Russian Imperial Stout (ABV 8.9% / IBU 65) 4th Anniversary Special Release — Aged one year in 2bar Spirits Straight Bourbon Whiskey barrels. 4) Samsparilla Stout (ABV 6.8% / IBU 40) A holiday favorite "root beer" stout, flavored with Indian sarsaparilla and vanilla beans.

Diamond Knot Brewing Company-Mukilteo 1) Laser Sword IPA (ABV 6.8%)

An explosion of mango and citrus fruit aromas greet the nose which stays true throughout the flavor profile. With very low bitterness, this beer is tropical and juicy.

2) Lower Deck Lager (ABV 5%)

Our delicate, hoppy lager starts with a citrus aroma followed by a clean and crisp malt flavor making it easy-drinking and crushable.

3) Nitro Industrial HO!HO! (ABV 8.5%)

A classic Winter Warmer with a nutty aroma, notes of stone fruit and cocoa, and a warm, smooth finish.

Elliott Bay Brewing-Burien

1) Chai-Hopped Noale Holiday Ale (ABV 7.5% / IBU 20)

A dunkel weizenbock-style ale infused with the tantilizing flavors and aromas of chai. An enticing seasonal mash-up.

2) Jolly Olde Saint Nick's Hoppy Red Ale (ABV 6.8% / IBU 59)

Make merry with our hop-forward seasonal offering inspired by Sierra Nevada's Celebration Ale.

3) Something Special from the Cellar

A treat from the elves in our barrel cellar. Stop by and be surprised!

Figurehead Brewing Company-Seattle

1) St. Charlie Imperial Doppelbock (ABV 11.2%) Ten months of extended lagering makes for a very smooth 11.2% beer. This beer is all about the malty flavors and warming alcohol making it the perfect drink to warm up with by the fire. Dark fruit notes of fig or raisin are complemented by light fruity esters from the yeast. Bottles available at the taproom now! 2) C'est la Saison w/ Jamaican Peppercorns (ABV 5.9%) A light malt bill and light hopping lets the spice notes in this winter saison take center stage. We fermented this beer warmer to enhance the spiciness from the yeast and then added additional spice in the form of Jamaican peppercorns. 3) Woodrow Imperial Milk Stout (ABV 7.7%) Strong stout that is surprisingly approachable with complex and complementary flavors. Dark chocolate complements roasty, coffee notes. Bitterness from hops and dark malts balance the sweetness from crystal malt and lactose. The lactose also provides some additional mouthfeel making it smoother than the 7.7% abv might suggest. 4) 3rd Leg Oak-aged English Barleywine (ABV 9.5%) Released to celebrate our 3rd anniversary in September. With a ton of complex malt notes of caramel, dried fruit, and raisin, this beer is perfect for aging. Medium toast American oak lends additional notes of vanilla and toast and accelerated the mellowing of this beer.

Flying Bike Cooperative Brewery-Seattle 1) Decemberfest Lager (ABV 7.8% / IBU 35)

A hearty Winter Lager to help you celebrate the holiday season! Flirting between a Bock and Marzen, this one's brewed with ample amounts of Pilsner, Vienna, and Munich for a rich malt character with a clean dry bitterness of German Northern Brewer. You'll be reminiscing of the days of olde and ready to toast to the new year!

2) Santa's Mocha Stache Milk Stout (ABV 7% / IBU 35)

A chocolate infused version of Sarah Rood's Coffee Milk Stout, one of our Flying Bike member competition-winning beers brewed with premium craft malt from Skagit Valley Malting, Milk Sugar and a dash of coffee for the perfect finish. Forget the Milk, Santa wants his Milk Stout!

3) Flying Bike Seasonal Beer TBD

Fremont Brewing-Seattle 1) Dark Star Nitro Imperial Oatmeal Stout (ABV 8.0% / IBU 50) Dark Star is a dark, mysterious yet silky oatmeal stout of grand proportions balanced by a firm hop handshake...go ahead, enjoy the journey...Because Beer Journeys Matter! 2) Head Full of Dynomite v.15 Hazy IPA (ABV 6.8% / IBU ACT) The very latest in our ongoing series of hazy IPA's. Version 15 is brewed with Simcoe, Sorachi Ace, and El Dorado hops.

3) Sky Kraken Hazy Pale Ale (ABV 5.5% / IBU JTRA) A contradiction of the senses offering ripe melon, juicy citrus, pineapple and pepper flavors to the brave. An idea brought together by the cosmic attraction of opposites, Sky Kraken is a naturally unfiltered beer.

4) 2019 Bourbon Barrel Aged Dark Star Barrel Aged Imperial Oatmeal Stout (ABV 13.1% / IBU 50) This year's release is a blend of 24, 18, 12, and 8-month Bourbon Barrel-Aged Dark Star in 7-12-year old Kentucky bourbon barrels. The roasted and chocolate malts complement the smooth oats to bring you a stout delight wrapped in the gentle embrace of bourbon barrel-aged warmth. A touch of sweetness dances in balance with the hops to finish with a wave, and then she's gone.

5) 2019 B-Bomb Barrel Aged Winter Ale (ABV 13.2% / IBU 50) This year's release of B-Bomb is aged in 8–12-year-old American Oak bourbon barrels and is a blend of 9, 12, and 24-month old barrel-aged Winter Ale. B-Bomb achieves distinct bourbon, oak, cacao, leather, toffee, and dark coffee notes from its extended barrel aging and barrel blending. Each barrel contributes a different note and combining each barrel to create a coherent tone is a distinct art and true pleasure.

6) Lush IPA: Winter Vacation Edition IPA with Mango, Guava, Cinnamon, Allspice (ABV 7.0% / IBU 80) We took Lush IPA and turned it into a winter vacation by infusing it with mango, guava, cinnamon and allspice. Break out your snorkel, cause you're going on vacation in paradise.

7) Imperial Winter Ale (ABV 8.0% / IBU 60) Winter Ale is dark like the weather with roast chocolate and warm malt flavors balanced by Noble hop aroma and subtle hoppy spice.

8) Horizon American Sour (ABV 5% / IBU 19) From our Black Heron Project, this balanced sour is brewed with locally sourced malts.

9) Barrel Aged Rotators

Friday:

5:30pm – 2019 Bourbon Barrel Aged Dark Star: Chocolate, Vanilla, Maple Syrup

7:30pm – 2019 B-Bomb: Gingerbread Edition Saturday 1st Session:

12:00pm – 2019 Bourbon Barrel Aged Dark Star: Coffee

2:00pm – 2019 B-Bomb: Gingerbread Edition

Saturday 2nd Session:

5:30pm – 2019 B-Bomb: Gingerbread Edition

7:30pm – 2019 Bourbon Barrel Aged Dark Star: Chocolate, Vanilla, Maple Syrup

Geaux Brewing-Auburn

1) TBA

2) TBA

Georgetown Brewing Company-Seattle 1) Tombourbon Ale (ABV 9.1%)

Tombourbon is a smooth and rich malty brown ale aged in fresh Heaven Hills, Maker's Mark and Westland Distillery bourbon barrels. This dry ale has a port-like complexity of vanilla, dried cherry and oak combined with bourbon flavors and aromas from the extended barrel aging.

2) Cherry Flanders Forever (ABV 6.4%)

A blend of Flanders-style red and brown ales was put into K Vintners red wine barrels, and fermented with brettanomyces, pediococcus and lactobacillus. That base, aged 18 and 24 months, was then re-fermented on 600 pounds of dark, sweet Lambert cherries from the orchards of the Alberg family and conditioned an additional 2 months.

3) Johnny Utah Pale Ale (ABV 5.6%)

With heavy grapefruit, citrus and resin in the nose, this light colored ale has minimal malt interference, giving the beer a clean finish without a cloying bitterness. Pronounced grapefruit and pine flavors with a faint verdant note. American-style Pale Ale gold medal winner at 2019 GABF. *cans are currently a limited run

Ghostfish Brewing-Seattle 1) Watchstander Stout (ABV 6.5% / IBU 30)

Roasted and malted millet, buckwheat and brown rice deliver coffee, toasted marshmallow and rich chocolate flavors straight from the dark side, while rolled oats contribute a fluffy and satisfying mouth-feel. Now everyone can safely explore the shadowy side of craft, thanks to Watchstander! 2) Polar Nights Whisky Barrel Aged Porter (ABV 6.8% /IBU 30)

Aged in Wild Turkey whisky barrels for 4 months, this enticingly smooth porter is balanced with flavors of whisky, chocolate and roast from dark roasted millet and buckwheat. The whisky aroma and clean finish will want you sipping more! 3) Skeleton Crew Imperial Stout (ABV 9% / IBU 80)

This brew is big and bold enough to keep a lean crew navigating the high seas all winter long! A sturdy grain bill of roasted millet, rice and buckwheat gives it character of high roast and smoke, layered with nutty caramel.

Hale's Ales Brewery-Seattle 1) Terry's Chocolate Stout (ABV 9%) Imperial stout flavored with chocolate and orange. 2) Ghost Bear White Stout (ABV 6.6%) A pale-colored beer with the chocolate & roasted flavors associated with stout 3) Seattle Fog (ABV 6.8%) Earl grey flavored roasty stout 4) Hale's Frozen Over A mingling of 2-year barrel-aged barleywine, 2 experimental ales, and finished on figs with spices

Hellbent Brewing Company–Seattle 1) Local Celebrity IIRA (ABV 8% / IBU 64) The imperial india red ale is a hop forward strong beer brewed with Vienna, Munich, caramel steam 40L, Crystal 50, special B and pale malt. Amarillo, Azacca, Citra, Strata and Simcoe hops are used generously in the whirlpool and as a dry hop. 2) All Spruced Up Winter Ale (ABV 7.5% / IBU 32) Brewed in the style of a traditional winter beer, it’s dark amber in color with brown hues yet has a mild malty richness. The hops Citra, Chinook, and Cascade along with fresh Spruce tips add a citrus floral and “candy-like” aroma. As with most winter beers the alcohol content is high at 7.5%. 3) Cherry Imperial Stout (ABV 9.5% / IBU 70) We took our full bodied, velvety smooth Imperial Stout and added cherry puree in the secondary tank. A sweet, chocolatey, roasty elixir sure to warm you up!

Icicle Brewing Company–Leavenworth

1) Dark Persuasion (ABV 6.5% / IBU 22)

Delicate dark chocolate with a whisper of coconut... You know you want it, go ahead and indulge. You can finally have German Chocolate Cake and drink it too. There's no need to be nervous, it's just wickedly deep and full of flavor and desire. With its provocative aroma and smooth body, this is certainly the darkest of fifty shades of risqué.

2) Darker Persuasion (ABV 8.5% / IBU 22)

Everything you love about Dark Persuasion, but more! It’s the bigger, badder big brother that’s wickedly deeper, and more flavorful.

3) Cherry Dark Persuasion (ABV 6.5% / IBU 22)

If Dark Persuasion is German Chocolate Cake then this is Black Forest Cake.

4) Kickstand Pale Ale (ABV 4.8% / IBU 50)

You can’t deny the value of a cruiser bike’s kickstand. We put that same undeniable value into our newest beer, Kickstand Pale. It’s a highly drinkable Pale Ale packed with citrus flavors and aromas. The beer stands firmly on a foundation of Warrior Hops for a pleasantly bitter base and then cruises to its destination on the cone-tails of the NW favorite citra hop. Kick back against the bar, put your elbow on the table just as you were told not to do and enjoy our easy drinking ode to the little piece of metal that keeps your cruiser classy.

Kulshan Brewing Company–Bellingham 1) Kitten Mittens Winter Ale (ABV 8.0 % / IBU 35) The perfect beer for those cold months; this rich, medium-bodied beer elicits nuances of chocolate, dates, and figs. Balanced bitterness and playful hop aroma fit like a mitten. Stay warm out there... 2) Heliotrope IPA (ABV 7.3% / IBU 83) Named after the popular ridge trail that leads to the base of Mount Baker's Coleman Glacier, Heliotrope IPA is a mouthwatering fusion of classic West Coast IPA characteristics, and new-school fruity, juicy hop flavor. Apricot, tangerine and grapefruit dominate in both aroma and flavor, accented by milder notes of pineapple and black tea. Balanced yet fun, smooth yet flavorful, Heliotrope IPA is truly a delicious creation. 3) Helles German-Style Lager (ABV 5.0% / IBU 15) A style born in Southern Germany, Helles is an elegant and refreshingly simple beer style. Soft and smooth with low bitterness, this beer is predicated around German malts that impart full bready notes and slight lingering sweetness. Noble German hops provide a bit of floral and herbal accents, balancing out the sweet malt notes to create a highly drinkable beer that was designed to be consumed by the liter. Prost!

4) Thunder Road Barleywine (ABV 11% / IBU 60) Thunder Road is a British-style Barleywine that will dance across your palate, and in these dark and dreary months of the year will remind you that there is a little magic in the night. Rich and smooth malt notes blend gracefully with a warming booziness, followed by slight lingering notes of graham cracker and toffee. A healthy dose of hops play sidekick to the malt notes in this beer, providing just enough bitterness, as well as floral and earthy notes. Bold, yet nuanced and humble, Thunder Road will warm you up on the coldest of winter days. 5) Royal Tannenbaum Christmas Ale (ABV 9% / IBU 46) Ripe with festive spirit, this year's Royal Tannenbaum is balanced and clean, with just enough spice and warming alcohol notes to keep you warm on these cold, dark days. Playful notes of fir, pine, and pithy citrus are layered on top of a smooth and bready malt body, followed by resinous and slightly lingering hop bitterness. A treat we get to experience but once a year, Royal Tannenbaum is not for the faint of heart, but warmly rewards those who dare enter its realm. 6) Barrel-Aged Kitten Mittens Winter Ale (ABV 11.6% / IBU 32) The story of this beer begins in the mountain town of Joseph, Oregon in Bourbon barrels from our friends at Stein Distillery. Originally happened upon by accident, we discovered that these were the perfect barrels in which to age our beloved Kitten Mittens. Toffee, chocolate, dark stone fruit and coffee take center stage in this wintery ale, followed by notes of vanilla and black cherry. While each year's batch will have its own unique nuance of flavor and aroma, its warmth and comfort remain constants to rely on. 7) Nor'Easter Barleywine (ABV 13.4% / IBU 70) Oak barrel aging, measured patience, meticulous blending and years of anticipation culminate to bring you this very special English-Style Barleywine. Bold, complex, flavors and aromas warm the senses. Layers of toffee, roast, sweet malt and generous hop presence provide the perfect balance to alcohol warmth. Available in bottles at both locations.

Lake Stevens Brewing Company-Lake Stevens 1) Great Divide NEIPA (ABV 6% / IBU 40) 2) Stairway to Hef'n Hefeweizen (ABV 5% / IBU 13) 3) Shitters Full Milk Stout (ABV 7.2% / IBU 31) 4) Scouts Honor Thin Mint Porter (ABV 6.4% / IBU 32)

Magnuson Café & Brewery–Seattle

1) The Allfather Imperial Stout (ABV 9.4%)

Russian Imperial Stout fermented with Hornindal kveik yeast 2) N.I.B. Black Berliner Weisse w/ Raspberry & Hibiscus (ABV 4.7%)

No-Li Brewhouse-Spokane

1) Pineapple Upside Down Cake

Our Jet Juiced IPA infused with Mango and Pineapple

2) Cranberry Seltzer

Fresh, easy drinking Cranberry Seltzer from our No-Li's Day Fade Hard Seltzer line.

3) Salted Caramel Porter

Nutty, malted ale with salted caramel notes creating a sweet, drinkable and delicious ale.

4) Orange Chocolate Porter (FRI Only)

Clean and easy drinking porter with orange and chocolate notes to create one of the best holiday beers around!

5) Wrecking Ball Vanilla (SAT Only)

Five types of dark, roasted malt are added to this beer to give it a complex flavor of coffee, chocolate and brown sugar, with a rich vanilla infusion. Two large hop additions prevent the dark malt from totally dominating this monster of a beer.

Old Stove Brewing-Seattle

1) Tasty Tasty (ABV 9% / IBU 60)

Winter Beer Surprise 2) The Main Event (ABV 7% / IBU 40)

Fruited IPA

Optimism Brewing Company-Seattle

1) Sweater Weather Brown IPA (ABV 6.1% / IBU 34) 2) Cheer Winter Warmer 3) Ale X Barleywine (ABV 9.0% / IBU 92) 4) Solar Punk Sour

Postdoc Brewing-Redmond

1) L.A.B Partner with Cranberry (ABV 4.8% / IBU 20)

We picked cranberry for this version of our L.A.B. Partner fruit gose. Pinkish beer with a light frothy head and aromas of cranberries. Tart and juicy with a hint of funk. Sight salinity from Jacobsen hand harvested sea salt. Finishes with a lingering breadiness of fresh sourdough and canned cranberries.

2) White Stout (ABV 7.8% / IBU 32)

We crafted this contradiction by excluding dark, roasted malts from the recipe and replacing them with cacao nibs, house made pecan syrup, and cold-brewed coffee from Caffé Lusso. With all of the rich flavors and staggering potency you’d expect from a stout, but exhibiting a surprisingly golden appearance, this optical illusion is sure to amaze the senses.

3) Peppermint Mocha Porter (ABV 5.2% / IBU 28)

Like a candy cane dipped in chocolate, but in liquid form.

4) Mexican Cake - Barrel Aged Demon Star Imperial Stout 2019 (ABV 11.1% / IBU 66.6) (FRI ONLY)

Aged in whiskey barrels for two years and then rested on a blend of cocoa nibs, vanilla, cinnamon, and chilies. Rich aromas and flavors of Mexican Cake will give your tastebuds a kick and your face a smile. Keep the cold away and warm yourself by the darkness.

5) Morning Star - Barrel Aged Demon Star Imperial Stout 2019 (ABV 11.2% / IBU 66.6) (SAT Afternoon Only)

We love our Bourbon Barrel Aged Demon Star, so when we heard there were bourbon barrels filled with Maple syrup we could get our hands on we didn’t hesitate for a second! All the bourbon, chocolate, and espresso you know and love now with delicate maple notes as it warms in the glass. Enjoy the darkness.

6) Bourbon Barrel Aged Demon Star Imperial Stout 2019 (ABV 12.2% / IBU 66.6) (SAT Evening Only)

The 2019 Bourbon Barrel Aged Demon Star was aged in JP Trodden bourbon barrels. Aromas and flavors of vanilla, oak, cherries, chocolate, bourbon, fruit, plums, and cocoa powder. Best served at cellar temperature or above.

Ravenna Brewing- Seattle 1) Barrel Aged Bourbon Vanilla Porter

2) Define The Relationship Double IPA

3) Winter Warmer Cinnamon Stout

4) Barrel Aged Rotating Sour

Reuben’s Brews-Seattle

1) Holiday Gose (ABV 4.3% / IBU 3)

This Gose is brewed with over 10 pounds of cranberry per barrel, along with orange zest, coriander and sea salt, for a refreshingly tart, crisp beer.

2) Moreish IPA (ABV 6.7% / IBU 60)

This modern NW IPA is a bright expression of Mosaic hops, sitting on top of a clean malt backbone with Simcoe and Amarillo adding further complexity.

3) Reuben's Claus (ABV 5.9% / IBU 30)

Our classic Robust Porter brewed with cocoa nibs and finished with peppermint. This adds a touch of holiday cheer to one of our favorite beers.

4) BBIS – (ABV 14%) (FRI 5:30, SAT 2, 5:30)

Bourbon Barrel Imperial Stout. This beer has been aging in barrels from Heaven Hills for 1-2 years. The complexity in the beer comes from using an oat forward and British malt to give a bigger, richer, and silkier version of this beer which may be the best yet.

5) Three Ryes Men (ABV 12.2%) (FRI & SAT 7:30)

Bourbon Barrel Aged Barleywine. Flavors of caramel and chocolate, with a full body and layers of warming complexity. Brewed with three kinds of rye and aged for at least a year in bourbon barrels.

Rooftop Brewing Company-Seattle

1) Up on the Rooftop Holiday Ale! (ABV 6.3% / IBU 14)

Holiday flavor that goes down just as smoothly in July as it did in December. Full of orange, ginger, cinnamon, honey and Love! 2) Scotch, Scotch, Scotchity Scotch Ale! (ABV 7.4% / IBU 22)

I love Scotch! This is a traditional Scotch Ale but with a twist. We added Peated malt to give it a true Scotch flavor. A favorite seasonal last year - get it while you can!!

Silver City Brewery-Bremerton

1) Wonderland Winter Lager (ABV 7% / IBU 22) 2) Old Scrooge Christmas Ale (ABV 8.5% / IBU 60) 3) Bourbon Barrel Aged Old Scrooge (ABV 9.6% / IBU 60) 4) Ride the Spiral Pineapple Orange IPA (ABV 8% / IBY 70)

Single Hill Brewing-Yakima

1) Winter Warmer (ABV 5.8% / IBU 25) 2) Eastside IPA (ABV 7.0% / IBU 40)

Stoup Brewing-Seattle

1) Munich Style Helles (ABV 4.8%)

A light, malt-forward, delicious counter-point to winter beer-o-rama.

2) Get Amongst It IPA (ABV 6.8% / IBU 47) We feel a bit of a kinship with our Kiwi friends in that we love to get outdoors, enjoy what life has to offer and then share a beer with our friends. Or in their words, "get amongst it!". So in celebration of our NZ friends and getting amongst it, we brewed a beer full of NZ hops. Moteuka at end of boil adds a hint of lime, while Nelson Sauvin and a dash of Moutere in the dry hop load up the aroma with lychee, white grape and citrus.

3) Bourbon Barrel Aged Winter Warmer (ABV 9% / IBU 30) We've added a twist to this full-bodied winter treat in the English tradition by throwing some into 10-year-old Elijah Craig barrels this year adding depth and complexity. Loaded with rich layers of malt that are first evident in the aromas and follow through on the palate with an extra punch of whiskey warmth at the finish.

4) Bourbon Barrel Aged Imperial Stout (ABV 9.5% / IBU 95)

This is a big, bold, roasty stout brewed with generous amounts of English crystal malt and roasted barley. Boldly hopped yet balanced with malt sweetness and a full-bodied mouthfeel and then aged in 10-year-old bourbon barrels to smooth out the rough edges and contribute notes of wood, whiskey and vanilla.

Sumerian Brewing Co.-Woodinville

1) Winter Beer 2) Hysteria Hazy IPA (ABV 5.5% / IBU 45)

Mosaic hops give the beer a tropical hop bomb of aromatics, along with its juicy citrus flavor.

Terramar Brewing-Bow

1) Buddy Brown Maple Smoked Brown Ale (ABV 7.8% / IBU 43) 2) Vidal Saison Siason (ABV 7.6% / IBU 6) 3) Amber Waves of Grain Amber Ale (ABV 4.7% / IBU 31) 4) ABCIPA (ABV 6.6% / IBU 72)

Watts Brewing Company-Bothell 1) The Leafcutter Kölsch (ABV 5.1%)

A crisp, pale beer inspired by the ales of Köln, Germany. We took the precision of this classic German style and adapted it to the American palate with PNW hops, producing a beer of surprising depth and nuance for such a refreshing style.

2) Blackjacket Schwarzbier (ABV 4.5%)

This take on an old-school German schwarzbier pairs Kolsch yeast with debittered dark malts. Though dark in color, it is still light on the palate, with hints of coffee, oreo cookies, and light citrus.

3) Solitary Series: Winter 2019 Baltic Porter (ABV 9%)

The Solitary Series is our line of special release strong ales. This winter's masterpiece is a unique Baltic porter, a style resulting from cross-pollination between the brewing cultures that brought you London porter, Russian imperial stout, and German doppelbock.

Whitewall Brewing-Marysville

1) Dirt Track Brown Ale (ABV 6.4% / IBU 27)

A true showcase of rich malt characteristics, our brown ale starts with aromas of toasted whole wheat bread alongside a roasted-nuttiness. Similar flavors carry through with a complement of earthy and floral English hops. Hop bitterness is restrained but helps balance dark malt flavors. 2) Jaywalking Grandma Peppermint Milk Stout (ABV 8.0% / IBU 45)

Our third annual collaboration with our friends at Middleton Brewing in Everett. This is an Imperial Milk Stout with Candy canes. We add 1 pound of candy canes per boil to give a hint of mint in the aroma and flavor. This is the hooch Grandma was drinking when she got "run over by a reindeer.

Winter Beer Festival Details:

THREE SESSIONS: Friday, December 6th 5:30 pm to 9:30 pm

Saturday, December 7th 1st Session: Noon-4pm 2nd Session: 5:30pm-9:30pm

LOCATION: Hangar 30 Warren G. Magnuson Park 7400 Sand Point Way NE Seattle, WA 98115

ADMISSION Advance tickets available now at washingtonbrewersguild.org $35 advance/$40 at the door. This event has sold out the last six years so buy now!

Admission includes a tasting glass and eight 5oz beer tastes. Additional tokens are available for $2 each. Designated driver admission is $5 and available at the door only. This is a 21+ only event.

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