A beer. Imagine writing about a beer on a beer blog. It's about time. I am finally past a bug and waves of ramifications that have basically hammered me since early October. No more. As Phoenix rises so do I turn to beer for purposes other than medicinal.
A tan head resolves to froth and rim over light orange chestnut beer. A sniff or two gives that nutmeggy, malty aroma the cool kids are all talking about. In the mouth, burlap and 16th century nut and bark spices with sweet grainy pumpernickel. Not all that far off a pumpkin beer in a way. That way being no pumpkin. A slightly lighter take on a dubbel, it is quite tasty with an attractive bright acidity. Bought just across the big river, I may well see if there are more if we go shopping tomorrow for good Vermont cheddar at eight bucks a kilo. Viva! Viva good Vermont cheddar at eight bucks a kilo!!!
The BAers are slightly less enthusiastic. At under five bucks a bomber, I am quite pleased with the value. Govern yourselves accordingly.