Smokestack Heritage Porter
A tankard by the fire and the aroma of roasted meat wafting over us as we spin yarns about days gone by. It's a dense black night, though a faint brown highlight can be seen when you look towards the fire, and a finger of head rose up for a bit and then dropped to a smattering. Peat-smoke and ham fill the air, and the molasses dripping off of the ham into the fire creates a warm, caramelized-but-burnt sugar character. Settle a little deeper into that massive jacket, pull your loved one close, listen to the crackle of the fire. Take a sip, and the baltic porter notes come out, while overwhelmed by the smoke filling our clothes with that campfire aroma that we will regret in the morning but that right now is the one speck of warmth in this harsh world. There's a bit of metallic in the finish, I suppose these tankards are probably giving us cancer or something, but the howling winds at our back cause us to scoot as cozily as possible to the fire, take care to move your feet every so often, don't want to melt your shoes. When we first poured it, it was very carbonated, but a solid medium body showed through as it flattened... definitely one that we can drink all night, as the sweet alcohol and dark roasted grains come through and meld with the smoke, creating something that's delicious. Clutch your loved one and whisper in her ear, there are few times in life more content than this. Enjoy the moment.