A Sixpoint Love Letter Of Sorts

A couple of weeks ago, I had made my first craft beer purchase since moving to Baltimore. It was an exciting moment! A new city, with new beer availability, in a new store. Wandering the aisles, I saw a small end display of a brewery I have been chomping at the bit to try, Brooklyn's own, Sixpoint.

Sixpoint had only recently been made available in Connecticut by the time I made my exodus south, so I never had the chance to try it. But in my involvement in the craft beer scene, it was a name that kept coming up, over and over again. I jumped at the opportunity to finally try it, threw a 4 pack of Bengali Tiger in my cart and kept truckin'.

My first Baltimore haul!

Here is where the real story begins. To following is a copy and paste from the Sixpoint Facebook Page:



Hey guys!

My name is Jake, I run Hipster Brewfus, a beer blog. Your name is a name that has been really coming up a lot in the last few months, and deservedly so. But I have a pretty sad story for you.

I had never had your beer prior to

this past Tuesday. I set out to the liquor store after work on Tuesday, fighting through an hour of traffic, just to get my hands on some good beer. I finally reached The Wine Source in Hampden, MD and the first thing I grabbed was a 4 pack of your Bengali Tiger, as its the one beer I've been dying to try all summer. After grabbing the fiancee some shitty wine and bread and cheese, I made it home and put the box of your beer in the fridge and waited for it to cool down. I finally grab one and pour it into a glass and drink it. it was heaven. It is easily one of the best beers I have tried in 2012 and I thought, "with my next can, I'll take notes for a review, this beer is amazing!" That was the only beer I had that night.


Fast forward to last night, Thursday. I'm ready to sit down and get to work on a review, I grab a can out of the box in the fridge and it feels...squishy. Like there's no pressure in the can. I opened it up, no audible "crack" of the can, and the beer is as flat as can be. I'm a little bummed out, but I grab the next can. Same thing. So I'm down to one can, and that one was ok.


I'm annoyed that I essentially paid nearly $12 for 2 cans of beer. Maybe something happened during shipping. Maybe someone dropped the case at some point, not thinking anything of it. whatever it is, I paid the price and I am wicked annoyed and slightly upset by it. I don't know what the purpose is of me writing this to you, I don't know if I expect anything or if I just think you should know. It is what it is, I guess.


For what its worth, I attached a photo, showing what I found. A broken seal between the can and the top.


Thanks,

HB

The VERY next day, I was notified by Sixpoint to send them an e-mail, which I did. Not 15 minutes later, Shane, the PRESIDENT OF SIXPOINT, wrote me back, promising me he was going to make this right. We exchanged a few e-mails, and a few days later, I had a box waiting for me when I got home...

OH

MY

GOD

I was speechless as I stared at the contents in the box. Speechless. This kind of generosity is just incredible. It doesn't have to do with me demanding anything, it doesn't have to do with them doing anything wrong. It was an honest consumer being taken care of by a caring company. And while it was the first time I had ever had Sixpoint, I can say I will be a fan for life. I will tell everyone I can to drink this beer and support this brewery. That one act of kindness says so much. I hope one day there's something I can do for them, or some way I can pay it forward.

I can not wait to drink these beers and I cant wait to review each one of them! Thank you Shane, and all the workers over at Sixpoint. You are another reason why I love being a part of this growing scene.

And I look DAMN good in that shirt. The fiancee even said so!