The first time I went to the Great Divide out in Denver, I was taking antibiotics and I couldn’t drink. It was torturous. It was cruel. I’ve blocked it out, for the most part. This past trip, however, I more than made up for it. The Colette Farmhouse Ale was my jam. I stuffed as much of that solid saison in my tiny little body as I could handle, then I poured a little more in for good measure. Colette is one of my favorite farmhouse ales, by far. It was fantastic on draught at the brewery, and it was the best bottled beer at the wedding I attended a few days later. I think Colette might be my one true love… or at least my great summer love of 2015.