Larine Grand 95
I was out and about in Brighton Beach (Little Odessa), Brooklyn , NY yesterday and as is my wont, picked up a bunch of beers that no one else will touch. Price is not a factor, however, portability is. I had a seabag/duffel bag to carry all of the Kvass and if you think that I was going to add glass bottles to the load, you would be sadly mistaken. Ha! A wee tiny green plastic screw-top bottle with that big an ABV and a price point designed to make even the lowest of the low salivate? It's in my wheelhouse! I unscrewed the cap and poured a rocky two fingers of eggshell-white head that initially fell hard and then stopped itself. Color was a deep gold with NE-quality clarity. Nose was sharp and fusel as all get-out! As gas prices wax and wane, I would direct you to either fill your tank or your gullet with this one, depending on which was cheaper. This is currently cheaper and should therefore be burned as auto fuel. 11.2 oz. of pure joy! CAN a plastic bottle be fashioned into a Molotov Cocktail? If not, I know how to make a plastic bottle into a homemade silencer, using cotton wadding. Waste not, want not, kids! Mouthfeel was hot, like drinking avgas and I will never forget a 1998 foray to the fuel dump at the far end of Diego Garcia. This tasted like that place smelled. Don't anybody light a match or have an open flame! Jesus, this might be toxic (at worst) or flammable (at least). Holy F**k You Up Hard, Batman! This tasted like the components of the fuel put into Indy race cars. My brain is melting. Finish left my throat burning with a dryness indicative of a yeast strain that would not quit until every bit of fermentable sugar was gone. Jesus, I may need to lie down after this, that or operate some heavy machinery, the latter of which makes sudden sense.