Gonzo Imperial Porter
for the Appearance: -- This Baltic babe is one burnt beauty; really, it was as if some bloke were to spit up his chewing tobacco in a pint glass, and further its wonderment by adjoining a great lace, and a rocking carbon dioxide wake, as well as a few card tricks. Yes. for the Smell: -- Roasted malted barley, goat butter, oddly enough, and astringent cracked coffee beans. for the Taste: -- Acrimonious, and pushy; the astringent coffee bean collision was high-in command; the chocolate malts, well, how could you forget them? Also as well, I had strange vibes reminiscing instinctively throughout of a chicken casserole dinner; what could it mean now? ...what could it mean... for the Mouthfeel: --Really lustrous and big big BIG... too big, even; like sloshing through a syrupy breakfast cereal combination; it isn't much on the sweetened notes, but those that are seen, are...well, a bit "too" chaotic, I'd say; I mean this is essentially slosh the thickest damned cider you can find, but instead of apples to use, it's plums... Yes, its mouthfeel is a a wallop... a wallop with a nose-piercing riding a motorcycle and reading a Conrad novel. It's badass, but not for me; oh no... for the Drinkability: --to each his own. But I prefer not to answer that.