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HolyHoly crap. I have this on tap the other day, and it is so much better out of bottle. The keg seemed very closed, hard and angular. Does beer age in a similar way to wine? Two larger formats, Like kegs, develop slower?
HolyHoly crap. I have this on tap the other day, and it is so much better out of bottle. The keg seemed very closed, hard and angular. Does beer age in a similar way to wine? Two larger formats, Like kegs, develop slower?
One of the best seasonal beers made. Not super bitter but the coffee, chocolate and bourbon really come through. With a few years age- this would be jaw dropping. Similar to the devil dancer in that way.
One of the best seasonal beers made. Not super bitter but the coffee, chocolate and bourbon really come through. With a few years age- this would be jaw dropping. Similar to the devil dancer in that way.
Chocolate-y brown nose, with malty coffee, caramel and a smidgen of maple and wheat bran. Frothy cappuccino head with sudsy lacing. Wooden, dark-toast entry shows a mousse of some finesse, a rootbeer type character that becomes honeyed, then bakers Choctaw, but always with a sugared black coffee playing shadow. Ends with an expansive, bitter kola nut hangs around to make interesting conversation with your taste buds. Her name is Caryatis, and her wooden demeanor should not be taken as a surly distillation of her character, but merely a symptom of the Sazerac she had for breakfast.
Chocolate-y brown nose, with malty coffee, caramel and a smidgen of maple and wheat bran. Frothy cappuccino head with sudsy lacing. Wooden, dark-toast entry shows a mousse of some finesse, a rootbeer type character that becomes honeyed, then bakers Choctaw, but always with a sugared black coffee playing shadow. Ends with an expansive, bitter kola nut hangs around to make interesting conversation with your taste buds. Her name is Caryatis, and her wooden demeanor should not be taken as a surly distillation of her character, but merely a symptom of the Sazerac she had for breakfast.
Grand Rapids, Michigan, USA
