Pours slightly opaque with some floaties. A bright light shines through. Quarter inch of tan foam coats the top, moderately disappearing but leaves a cover on the liquid.
Aroma isn't strong but is complex. Dark fruits: plum and prune with a tart, almost green apple like twist. Light dark candy sweetness. Hints of pepper from the yeast.
Taste is malty. Prunes, raisins, and plums help the profile. There is a roast that comes very late along with a bright sweetness. Caramel/toffee becomes evident as it warms. Peppery hits in the middle, stays, and really begins to linger.
Body is really thick and heavy, but not cloying. Barely any noticeable carbonation. Warms the innards halfway down: sneaks up on you. Dries the palate.
This is a good beer that gets better as it warms. Bolder in all aspects as it rises into the 50s (started around 42 degrees). A solid offering. Wish I had another to taste in another couple of years. Enjoy!
Reviewed: Thursday, October 18, 2012 at 22:01:04
Tasted: Thursday, October 18, 2012
$0.00 for 750 ml bottle
One fine body…
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A strong, dark ale with notes of raisins, figs, and caramel, and a pronounced “dark rum” character. Deceptively smooth at 10.5% alcohol, this strong ale is ideal as an after-dinner sipping brew.
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