I love this brew. Very malty with notes of honey and a little bit of that Muscat grape. I still to this day do not get any Saffron in this elixir. Very drinkable and at 9%ABV it is a crowd favorite.
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Drinking: Founders KBS "A Stout Ale"
In a word… Different. Is it stout? Is it ale? It is a bit of both. It has an overwhelming coffee aroma and taste. This what the stout is about. The finish? This is the ale. A nice hoppy bitterness on the back end.
It pours like well used motor oil and slaps you in the face with coffee the minute it hits the bottom of the tulip. No head to speak off at all and no lacing what-so-ever, thanks to the 11.5 ABV.
It is aged in used Bourbon barrels but I would not be able to tell without someone informing me. There is no residual Bourbon aroma or taste in this liquid at all. I don’t miss it though. I do not think it would meld well with the coffee profile.
I like this. I would drink it again. But as for now, let me get back to the series finale of Battlestar Galactica.
Roomba: Why is it considered lazy?
I just had a small tweetversation with a couple of my tweeps about how lazy it is to use a Roomba to clean your floors. I of course do not see this as being lazy, here’s why…
- We use our self cleaning oven cycle instead of Easy Off and Scotch brite
- We use our toaster instead of building a fire and doing it by hand
- We use our washing machines instead of a rock and soap by hand
- We use our dishwashers instead of getting dishpan hands
- We use our cars instead of walking
- Some people use electric razors instead of a blade
- Some people use electric toothbrushes instead of the old Reach
- We use our microwaves instead of firing up the oven
- We fire up the oven instead of making a camp fire
I am sure there are 100’s more. Leave a comment if have some examples to add or to just tell me I am a lazy shit.
My Roomba at work in the kitchen.
I am a beer brat. A beer geek. A beer connoisseur. And I hate corporate beer. I think it tastes like shit. It is uncreative, uninspiring … and flavorless. Period. End of story.” Ashley Routson aka The Beer Wench
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@mmwine Seeing Matt’s Jasmine made me think of this song. Type O Negative version is the best.
Summer Breeze by Type O Negative off of Bloody Kisses
Twitter Taste Live Dogfish Head #TTL
First off let me say thanks to Twitter Taste Live, Dogfish Head and Ashley Routson aka. The Beer Wench for giving all the opportunity to once again come together on the interweb and get shitfaced.
Here is a link to her most excellent rundown on what we drank that night.
The Beer Wench’s TTL DFH Rundown
And here are some of my pictures from the night, and one of the next morning. J/K ;)
The Lineup: (right to left) Red & White, Fort, Palo Santo Marron
This is what ABV’s of 10, 12 and 18 percent will do to you.
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Don’t Believe me that Chris Cornell’s new album “Scream” sucks?
Just listen to this.
Be prepared to toast on St. Patrick’s Day!
When March 17th arrives you can raise your glass and toast your Irish friends with one of these phrases.
May your fire be as warm as the weather is cold.
Health, and long life to you
Land without rent to you
The partner of your heart to you
and when you die, may your bones rest in Ireland!
As you slide down the banisters of life may the splinters never point the wrong way.
May you get all your wishes but one,
So you always have something to strive for.
May your blessings outnumber
The shamrocks that grow,
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.
Here’s to your coffin…
May it be built of 100 year old oaks which I will plant tomorrow.
May your neighbors respect you,
Troubles neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And Heaven accept you.
May the best day of your past be the worst day of your future.
An old Irish recipe for longevity:
Leave the table hungry.
Leave the bed sleepy.
Leave the bar thirsty.
May you live to be a hundred years, with one extra year to repent.
May you never forget what is worth remembering,
Or remember what is best forgotten.
May you be in heaven one half hour before the devil knows you’re dead.
May you have the hindsight to know where you’ve been,
The insight to know where you are,
and the foresight to know when you’ve gone too far.
May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door.
May God bring good health to your enemies enemies
May you never make an enemy
When you could make a friend–
Unless you meet a fox among your chickens.
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Listening: Judith by A Perfect Circle
How can you go wrong with Maynard and Billy Howerdel?
Birthday Drinking: 2002 Quixote Petite Syrah, 2006 Cusumano Nero D'Avola, Rogue's Shakespeare Stout and Chocolate Stout, Dogfish Head's Palo Santo Marron and 2004 Trimbach Pinot Gris Reserve
Here is some of the beer and wines we drank tonight. The Cusumano is the first glass stopper I have had.
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Listening: Other Side of the River by Life of Agony
Is Brooklyn in the house?
