Tonight's beer: Deschutes The Abyss (2009)
Dark roasty flavors explode—lots of chocolate and coffee; toffee and licorice and dark bread tagging along. Vanilla, smoke, caramel, molasses, earth, burnt fruits, and peat playing at being Sirens, enticing me to drink drink drink drink, luring me to the abyss in the heart of my soul (or maybe the soul of my heart) to lose myself in the blackness and opacity. Hints of dark spirits looming in the background (mostly whiskey, maybe a little rum). Finishes on a roasty-dry eternity—this beer has one of the longest aftertastes I can remember.
Heavy, oily, viscous, smooth, with good prickle that's probably part booze and part carbonation. Other than whatever part of that prickle is alcohol, there's no warning at all of the 11% ABV (other than the label, of course). A little soft warmth in the belly. Finish is astonishingly long, and drying in the same way a quick jaunt to the Gobi is drying.
Oh. My. GAWD. Intense, comples, integrated; drinkable enough that it took longer to write up my notes than it took to drink the beer. This was the oldest beer I had, and it clearly had the gumption to go longer. Beauty from start to finish.
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| Deschutes The Abyss (2009) |
Dark roasty flavors explode—lots of chocolate and coffee; toffee and licorice and dark bread tagging along. Vanilla, smoke, caramel, molasses, earth, burnt fruits, and peat playing at being Sirens, enticing me to drink drink drink drink, luring me to the abyss in the heart of my soul (or maybe the soul of my heart) to lose myself in the blackness and opacity. Hints of dark spirits looming in the background (mostly whiskey, maybe a little rum). Finishes on a roasty-dry eternity—this beer has one of the longest aftertastes I can remember.
Heavy, oily, viscous, smooth, with good prickle that's probably part booze and part carbonation. Other than whatever part of that prickle is alcohol, there's no warning at all of the 11% ABV (other than the label, of course). A little soft warmth in the belly. Finish is astonishingly long, and drying in the same way a quick jaunt to the Gobi is drying.
Oh. My. GAWD. Intense, comples, integrated; drinkable enough that it took longer to write up my notes than it took to drink the beer. This was the oldest beer I had, and it clearly had the gumption to go longer. Beauty from start to finish.
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