Everyone has a favorite season. Some love the warm embrace of the summer, and the beach life that goes along with it. Others love the activities and holiday cheer that encompass winter. But I have always loved the fall — the smell of dying leaves, the cold rain that feels shockingly refreshing. It’s always felt like a revitalizing shower after those months of sunpocalypse we had to endure. And with the dropping temperatures in the evenings, the necessity for crisp and refreshing beers wane and our tastes turn towards the colors of fall: rich coppers, deep reds, and nutty browns.