Ross E. Lockhart's Blog, page 88
February 21, 2011
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Adult Beverage: Sierra Nevada Hoptimum Whole-Cone Imperial IPA
Because some days just ask for a hop-bomb.
Pours transparent red-gold with a thick, sticky head. Piney hops on the nose--like Sierra Nevada's Torpedo kicked into overdrive. Pucker-inducing bitterness up front. Syrup sweet with bitter overhanging citrus. Floral and grapefruit and pine resin. Smooth and creamy with just enough carbonation. Lingering bitter finish. A kick in the teeth, balanced out by a bunny slipper.
February 20, 2011
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Adult Beverage: Victory at Sea Imperial Porter
Victory at Sea is a coffee vanilla imperial porter with a dreadlocked skeletal helmsman (complete with skeletal parrot) adorning it's label. As a lifelong fan of undead pirates, I had to pick one up. But does the beer live up to the pure awesomeness of the artwork?
Pours black-brown with a quickly collapsing coffee-colored head. Very little lacing; what's there falls quickly. I expect to finish with a clean glass. Coffee and vanilla on the nose--even non-beer-drinker Jennifer remarked on its pleasant toasted sugar odor. Sweet on the tip of the tongue. Robust coffee flavor, fresh roasted, is the soul of your first sip. Like a cold-brewed Columbian coffee with cream, sugar, and a dash of vanilla (or a shot of vanilla liqueur). Medium bodied with just a touch of carbonation. Smooth as cream. Bittersweet throughout. Subtle chocolate flavors emerge as it warms to room temperature. One to roll around inside your mouth and savor. Lasting bittersweet finish. A perfect dessert beer.
February 19, 2011
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Bailey at Our Best Friends
Bailey dropped by Our Best Friends this afternoon. Three times bigger than she was last time I saw her. Wonder who's going to drop by next week?
Adult Beverage: Moylan's Kilt Lifter Scotch-style Ale
I'm really not sure what I make of the whole Nonbifurcation Movement. I've known a few guys who could rock a skirt and get away with it. But me? Perish the thought.
Sure, I hang out with a shih-tzu, and I've been known to wear my Rocket World Creature Hoodie in public, but a manly man-dress? That's where I draw the line. I simply haven't got the knees.
But if I did feel free--foolishly free--to fly the flannel, to wear the wool, sheer the sasquatch--might a Kilt Lifter bluster my bloomers?
Pours murky red, with a respectable head that impresses Victorian silhouettes on your glass. Roasted malt and toasted caramel on the nose. Right up front you get the impression that this is an aggressive beer. That attitude follows through. Sweet on the tongue--very sweet. Then a violent charcoal-bitterness scrapes across the roof of your mouth. Soda-pop carbonation keeps it in perspective. What a bite. Whisky finish.
All that, and 8% ABV?
Yeah, if that don't blow your skirts up, nothing will.