
And while it is properly full-bodied it's not sickly sweet. The dark malts are balanced by a roasted spice, something along the lines of grains of paradise or even incense. Uncomplicated Yorkshire drinking this is not. A woody dryness brings us to cedar, proceeding from bitterness to an almost Flanders-red sourness, tartly oaky with port overtones. All of that is fun, but I miss the coffee and caramel that makes brown ale a satisfying style to drink.
While I enjoyed it, I did come out feeling gypped. It wasn't the sweet dessert substitute I had been looking for.
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