So, off comes the wax, cracking the crown, and the liquid goes in the glass.
To the eye: solid black, impenetrable, richly roasted slim tan head. Looking great.
In the nose: Richness, toasty, roasty, sending off fumes of molasses, anise, ash, smoke, deep, dark chocolate, intense. Incredible.
In the mouth: Ah! Yes. So rich, thick, delicious, viscous, powerful and luxurious. Yes, sir, just about, mmmm, alright, and uh, huh. Not to mention, oh, yeah. Some amount of hop bitterness, but mostly malty, and very smooth. Almost too smooth, It seems as if something is lacking, if just a little, that something opened up and left. yeah, it's not perfect. Six years on, is that still a good thing? Sometimes, yeah, sometimes, no.
In 2011, The Walking Dead was in it's second season and zombies were all the rage. When you went to Darkness Day that year, there were make-ups artists on hand to zombie-fy you, if you wished. |
This bottle I opened tonight gives all the delights of an Imperial Stout. It doesn't expand on them, but doesn't lessen, either. This beer is big when it's young. If that's what you wish, by all means drink them up fresh. If you don't mind something just slightly cooler and not so burly, then take it with some years on it. As it is, it's still plenty powerful six years later. I'm still drinking, and the flavors keep coming, the waves on waves, the richness and the maltiness, and the pow-pow-powerfulness. So good. So nice. I've got plenty left in my glass and more in the bottle and mmmm, I'm feeling fine.
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