Old Viscosity
A vigorous pour into my snifter provokes a 1.5 finger head to materialize out of the beeradvocate-background-colored liquid. 10 minutes later the coffee + creamer hued foam is gone, without so much as a trace of lace to remember it by, but oh how it will live on in my nasal memory. As the vapors enter my nose I feel bombarded by single malt scotch and espresso, while milk chocolate makes a much less violent foray into my senses, slapping feebly at my olfactory faculties. The hairs therein struggle to remain unsinged by this roasted malt powerhouse. Coffee inundates my tongue, flanked by dark chocolate and another regiment of roasted coffee beans. Alcohol fires warning shots across my palate but never mounts a serious offensive. Mouthfeel is sublime, small bubbles march across the entrance to my alimentary tract, providing support and cover for the tank battalion that is this beer's taste. Well I've run out of steam for this absurd war analogy, perhaps that will give you an idea of the drinkability (I wouldn't have been this creative if I wasn't slightly buzzed). Nevertheless I want another. And another. I just wish my truck could produce it like the label shows.