Here's a bottle that was released in late October, and celebrated with a post-apocalyptic party. It was just before the election, and it seemed so amusing then. Such a cute, quaint notion we had. Well, we're not living in the wastelands just yet, but everything we once knew seems to be falling apart.
In the nose: spicy rye malt hits first. Big malt aromatics, with a side of hops.
In the mouth: Big rye malt. I mean, big. Zesty hop blast. Great balance in this big, big beer. Thick mouthfeel, huge. Yuuuuge.
|Part of the inspiration for the ramble|
at right was this poster, whose
political components were extricated
when the label was designed.
No, I'm just talking about a bold, expressive and flavorful beer that pushes the boundaries ever-so much without going too far. It's a big one, and if we keeping pushing, maybe we'll break down that damned wall, my friends. Keep pushing.
From the label: "Lord Humungous. 10.5% ABV., 76 IBU. Borne of the blood, fire and gasoline of the Wasteland, this beer is an imperial stout mangled with a barley-wine forged from an imperial red. A potent rye ale with notes of spicy sweet toffee, dark chocolate, burnt sugar, a body of black tar, and a smoldering finish."