Grisette

‘What a fuss is here, indeed, about a little grisette: why, one would think Beresford had carried off an heiress.’

The anticipations of the shopkeeper were realized, and his rooms soon became notorious through the charms of the sprightly grisette.

[…]Paris from afar sounded its fanfare of masked balls with the laugh of grisettes.

he enjoyed the immense luxury not only of lovemaking but also of sleeping and drowsing beside this gentle and composed and somewhat melancholy woman, who was not a fille de joie in the professional sense but more like a grisette.

Oral accounts of those who remember the old grisettes say they were low-alcohol, light-bodied, saison-like golden ales of no great distinction.

She talked animatedly, with her hands, and her excitement about something as boring as the differences between a saison and a grisette was contagious.

Largely grounded in European classics, the ever-changing roster of taps cycles through grisettes, altbiers, kölsches, and saisons, but also trots out “beastly” concoctions like Imperial IPAs as well.