Drunk fresh, this beer tastes like a shopping list. The ingredients on the label can be picked out and isolated. Laid down for a year (I'm drinking a 2012), the flavors meld into a smoky fusion, not unlike a Scotch whisky with maple syrup. Not that I condone doing that; you should drink this instead.
I'm not sure what it is I smell, but I think it's some kind of wood. I want to say juniper, but that would be kind of asinine to claim. Actually some of it is peat. To taste, there's more peat for sure, along with oak and vanilla. It drinks like a tawny barleywine (which I'm pretty sure it is).
It is with deep regret that I admit to having buried one of these along with a bottle of Olde School per the instructions on that bottle, in the backyard of my parents' house. I have never found it. My Mom, wonderful person that she is, spent hours searching long after I gave up, hoping to produce it as a gift for me for some holiday occasion. Either squirrels have absconded with it, or one day, when the plastic bag, glass bottle, and metal cap fail, forth shall spring a delicious, delicious tree.
Though I shall be dead and gone, yet this gives me some comfort.
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