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Our nose was assaulted by the scent of apples and spices from the moment we opened a bottle of Two Brothers Avalon. It was the olfactory equivalent to hearing Christmas carols in October, but much more pleasing. Avalon is another in Two Brothers' "Artisan Bottling" series — Bonfire Dunkle Weiss is part of that series. get past the nose of this beer and you'll immediately pick up a pretty serious hop flavor to Avalon. Most beers or ales brewed with apple cider or must err on the side of malt. Since there is a fair amount of spices in Avalon, the hops work to complement that aspect of the taste profile.

Birds Of Avalon's debut, Bazaar Bazaar, hits so many sonic reference points it can tend to be an exhilerating and dizzying experience at first. It sounds like Sloan gone psych. No, it sounds like Led Zeppelin gone pop. No, that's not quite it either. Black Sabbath meets The Beatles?

We buy a lot of wine. It isn't as much in volume and dollar amount as we spend on beer, but it's still an impressive (or shocking) sum. Whenever we have company over, we're always amazed by the odd person who inspects our wine rack like we're being interviewed for acceptance to some Ivy League university. They'll look at the bottles, read the labels with the most serious of intents, then ask us why we're buying wines with screw caps. Their assumption being that if the wine doesn't require the removal of a corkscrew, it can't be good. Typically, we resist the urge to cuff them upside the head. Unless they crinkle their noses, then we go ahead and swing for the fences.

If you’ve been keeping up with the site this week, you know that Chicagoist made a new friend in local rocker Richard Marx. And though we’ve had a bit of fun at his expense (and he at ours), we’ve also been spending quite a bit of time going over his old videos. So it seemed only right to make this week’s Friday Afternoon Diversion all about him. The “take this job and shove it”...

Sometimes, in the world of blogging, mistakes are made. In the rush to publish, we obscure the occasional fact and allow our less-than-reliable memories to run away with the truth.

The Tribune caught up with local-boy-made-good Richard Marx and discovered that he’s -– wait for it -– just a regular guy living on the North Shore. And writing country music.