
And it's with that obfuscating, somewhat puny and frankly implausible excuse that I round off last year's Beer Advent Calendar and usher in the genuinely mouthwatering prospect of another one in 2009.

I'm not expecting this to be easy, because it's a Tripel and I know they're for sipping gently and all that. Unfortunately, a part of me wants it over with quicksmart, so I'm going after it like a terrier after a sewer rat.

Country: Belgium
Strength: 8 point bleedin' 7%
Colour: The dark, unappetising gold of stale lager
Smell:Wet hair and melting plastic
Circumstance: Halfway through a ruddy hard week at work
Tasting notes: The fizz of a thousand stinging nettles followed by the crunch of a large oak being rammed insistently down your throat. It coats the inside of your mouth with a thick film of glowing, treacly, sour oranges and cheap sherry. This lasts for some time, so that you're almost afraid it'll never go away.
Drinkability: Like pushing herded water-cats uphill with a fork
Gut reaction: As Nat King Cole once sang: "There may be trouble ahead..." I burped after the first mouthful and there's some filthly looking sediment lurking in the depths.
Session factor: Negligible. I'm still debating whether to finish this.
2 comments:
I don't even drink beer and I love the beer advent calendar. Cheers! KV x
HOORAY!
can't believe it's that time again already! very much looking forward to this year's selection mate... :)
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