The 5 Stages of Craft Beer Grief: How to Cope When Your Favorite Brewery Sells Out
Photo via Ballast Point/FacebookSo your favorite brewery just announced a “strategic partnership” with a larger beer conglomerate that will secure the future of the brand for years to come. Why do these press releases always read like they were written by Lando Calrissian right before Han and Leia arrived at Cloud City? Whenever one of these financial arrangements comes to light, fans of the respective brand often find themselves overcome with a range of emotions that can actually mimic the loss of a beloved friend or family member. With that in mind, here’s a guide to identifying these feelings so you can successfully survive the craft beer acquisition grieving process.
Denial
Big business announcements generally come out first thing in the morning, and let’s face it…you were hitting the sauce pretty hard last night. Not in an “it’s a problem” kind of way, mind you, but you were lucky enough to score tickets to a bottle release of a small-batch tequila-barrel-aged imperial stout before they sold out online in 16 seconds. Of course you were going to drink on a Sunday night…that was going to happen.
Now that it’s Monday morning, the announcement of your favorite brand’s acquisition by a major company may seem like some sort of waking nightmare. Perhaps Biff Tannen really did make it back to 1955 with Grays Sports Almanac, or maybe this is what happens when you end the evening with an absinthe nightcap. Whatever the reason for this obvious hallucination, it’s best that you roll over for a few more minutes of sleep so this madness will be gone when you reopen your bloodshot eyes. Still, warm up the flux capacitor…just in case.
Anger
They’re mocking you. Every time you open your refrigerator -which frankly contains more beer than food—the light flips on to illuminate the label artwork that looks back at you in a nihilistic symphony of humiliation. You feel like such a fool that you placed your trust in a company that heartlessly abandoned you like LeBron did to those poor citizens of Miami. You can feel Bruce Banner slipping away, which means that the big green guy is coming out to play. Hulk smash!
Before you channel your inner Carrie Nation and hatchet the offending beer bottles, you’ll want to trade those ironic gladiator sandals for closed-toed shoes. Only burn piles of brewery swag in well-ventilated areas to allow for the safe dissipation of fumes laced with noxious chemicals and disappointment. An angry outburst can be cathartic, but it’s important that your emotional purge doesn’t come at the expense of your own personal safety. Also, don’t take it out on tasting room personnel who literally had nothing to do with it.