Time for a ghost story.
Cassadaga is a small unincorporated community not too far from Daytona Beach. But whereas Daytona is NASCAR, bikers, and Spring Break, Cassadega is known more for tarot cards and palm readers.
It was funded in 1875 by George Colby, a New York medium who traveled to Central Florida under the guidance of his Indian spirit guide Seneca. Once he arrived, he founded what is now the Southern Cassadega Spiritualist Camp. It contains a bookstore, hotel, library, and a welcome center.
And a graveyard.
Technically the graveyard is in neighboring Lake Helen, but the residents of Cassadaga still consider it a part of their community. There, in one of the plots, sits the famous Cassadaga Devil’s Chair.
Devil’s chairs are actually fairly common in older cemeteries, placed there by grieving families or cemetery owners to provide a place for mourners to sit while visiting the graves of loved ones. They are usually quite ornate pieces of sculpture, yet the Cassadaga chair – one of three in the cemetery – is a large brick structure that resembles a fire pit more than a chair.
The legend of this devil’s chair state that a can of beer left on the bench overnight will be found the next morning drained of its contents, sometimes while still unopened. I can safely assume this was the intention behind Red Cypress Brewing canning and releasing their Devil’s Chair (IPA, 6% ABV, 55 IBU) as one of their first packaged releases.
Listed on Untappd as having a big 6.66% ABV (insert drum roll), Devil’s Chair also has a remarkably easy drinking style for an American IPA. It has soft, smooth alpha acid notes punctuated with a remarkably understated and well crafted citrus flavor.
Accompanying said hops are a light, biscuity malt and unassuming yeast. With what could have easily been an aggressive, angry beer, Red Cypress brewed a finely honed IPA that hits all of the right style notes and will keep IPA drinkers happy, yet is still inviting and accessible to all.
I am not an IPA fan, but I could honestly see having this beer again. I’m just not going to be drinking it in a graveyard. Maybe I’ll leave a can for the Prince of Darkness.
BTW, has anyone tried to confirm the legend with a crowler?
Drink Florida Craft,