Sometimes a man tires of the everyday. A man seeks something different. It's at time like this a man can be tempted from the path of the righteous.
A man could find himself in the tanned, warming arms of a Whiskey, maybe even two...
But what if a man already has commitments? What is he had promised himself to another? A lady called beer, with effervescent skirts and deviously bitter hops that make his lips wet and parted...
He can't just abandon his true love on a whim. Oh no.
And that's why there is such a thing as WHISKEY BEER!!
Hurrah!!!
It's Saturday and I am in the mood for some crazy beer!!
This week is all about the Whiskey!! Beer aged in whiskey casks. Hell, one of them is even aged in whiskey then a Port cask. Is that going too far?
Well, enough of the idle chit chat. Let's get BEERY!!
First up. The fascinating
Ooo, if you don't know, Glenfarclas is a sheltered, scenic little glen (that's a valley to you non-Scots) slightly to the north of Glasgow, near the banks of Loch Bumbhoy.
This beer has had an unrefined sugar, Jaggery added during fermentation to give a little extra oomph and sweetness.
Sounds fucking magic. Let's go!
Oh it's a black viscous looking thing. Look at it slipping into the glass like an oiled otter!!
There isn't much head but heck, who wants big frothy lips all the time. Let's get some into my tum!!!
Magnificent. It's a bit powerful and strong like a bull after smoking too many cigarettes. You have to be careful with this one or it might end up riding you.
I like it a lot, coffee on the tongue and whiskey on the nose. 9/10 booms!!
Surely nothing can stand up to that bete noir!!
See, eh! I am sophisticated as fuck and just threw some French into the picture. That, my friends is how I roll!!
Now onto the next.
What's this?
The Wolf of Glen Moray! What a name! It's a limited edition and came in a jazzy cardboard sock.
This one is quite literally a wolf. Literally! It's a dark Scottish Ale, aged in whiskey casks and then finished in port casks.
It sounds flipping marvellous. Let's do it.
It has a wispy, white cotton head on it. A bit like my old Dad. It's pretty dark in colour. Nothing like the black eel of the last one but a pleasing almost-midnight black.
But it's all in the tasting. Can it stand up to the Jaggery?
Oh, disaster strikes. Not disaster, perhaps that's a little strong. Perhaps that's this beers problem. The cask aging, whether it be the whiskey or the port finishing. It's just not strong enough.
Sure it had the fancy cardboard sock and all that shit going on but it doesn't deliver me on wings of Whiskey beer to the promised land. It's still a nice beer though.
A slightly disappointed 7.5/10 booms.
Well, I am still a happy man with many beers in my quiver just waiting to be strung.
Have a good weekend everyone!!!
Cheers!