This little guy had been sitting in the fridge for quite some time. The size of the bottle combined with the 9% packed into it made me rethink my decision to drink it many times. Finally, one night that I was getting low in new beers, I bit the bullet and took it out.
I read the non-English bottle and discovered that it was a Tripel IPA, so super strong. While I was reading it, I noticed quite a bit of spooge in the bottom. Having learned my lesson on other spooge-filled beers, I made sure not to disturb the yeast when I poured it out. When I was done slowly transferring beer from bottle to glass, it was a bright golden yellow, with just the slightest bit of spooge in the bottom. I did good.
It smelled like a strong IPA but that’s where it stopped. When I drank it, all I could think of was the millions of saisons we had over the summer. It was a little thick, a little fruity and sweet and had a grainy booty. It was nice, actually. Something out of the ordinary.
It did not finish well. It got really harsh once it warmed up. Also, does not pair well with cheesy bread toast.