Sunday, October 26, 2008

Delirium Nocturnum

Tasted kind of candied. Kyle keeps beating me to the descriptions.

Chima Bee El You Ee

Add one, maybe two spices and you could have soup.

Saxo

BOUQUET IN THE MOUTH!

Delirium Nocturnum

A lot like the Saxo, but more even. There is no time-domain variation in this one, it's absolutely unwavering.

Chimay Blue

A gouda-porter. If every beer is short composition, this one is heavily syncopated.

Saxo

Flowery, a bit Leffe-y. Surprisingly wine-like. Sweet.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Rochefort 8

Looks like: once you've poured the yeast, a cappuccino. Tastes like: everything all at once.

Leffe Blonde

The first beer I had in Paris. I feel like the head is somehow the quintessential beer head. Probably the sweetest beer I've ever tasted, with some fruity and sugary overtones. If you let it get to warm it loses some appeal.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Hitachino Nest Weizen

Seems a little light for a hefeweizen. But the spirit is the same as the others, so it's just as enjoyable.

Monday, October 20, 2008

SkullSplitter

Vaguely reminiscent of the Lammin Kataja Olut near the bottom. Smokey and sweet, with an intensely medicinal carbonation. You really need a single sip, but nothing more. I could finish half a bottle at some point in the distant future.

SkullSplitter

I dreaded every sip of this beer. The flavor does not entirely balance out the "oh my god my gums! - it hurts!" factor

Xingu

Next to marinara tastes like camping wet dog. on its own - ..kind of buttery. In taste, not texture. I mean. you know. like french toast. ...I'm drunk.

Koestritzer Schwarzbier

"Smells like a rotting garden" Tastes like black. Like pink candy tastes like pink. And green candy tastes like your female parent. (apologies to those with two daddies or otherwise motherless) [ponders origin of term: "motherless swine"]

Xingu Black

Definitely a schwarzbier derivative. A little more flowery and sweet, slightly less watery.

Koestritzer Schwarzbier

Androgynous label leads to a light liquid. The most bitterness I think I care for before needing cheese. I can imagine Goethe drinking this and reflecting on color theory. It's black.