I would drink this beer into battle. While I have had so many,
this very special porter reeks of masculinity and sacrifice. Trial and error
and ultimately perfection has conjured up a quintessential elixir that offers
the consumer some serious bragging rights. If I had a sword I would raise it to
this beer on the bow of a ship, embrace the peg leg, the eye patch, the salty
air, the unknown, my beard and the wench who I have stowed below deck.
Now where were we? The Café Calabria coffee that was
introduced to this porter has tremendous integration and no bitterness whatsoever. There is an intensity that lets you down easy. The depth of flavors, are
as dark and vast as the sea at night. As in, you don’t want to know what’s down
there. I recognize and appreciate the sweet components that the natural vanilla
bean and caramelized malt deliver. I’m realizing now that this is truly the rum
of beers…and to think that someone randomly left this in my refrigerator.
Here’s to making new discoveries of your own!
