Jumpin’ Jiminy, that’s a beer which commands your attention. Almost syrupy pouring out of the bottle, and they call it a porter but it walks like a stout and talks like a stout. And it sure tastes like a stout. Can’t see light through the glass and the head is creamy like Guinness, but the head is not as persistent as a real stout. This one, i wish i had poured a pint at room temperature, that opportunity now lost, but i bet it would stand up to being drankened [sic] like in a real pub.
Taste, at refrigerator temperature, is indeed “robust” like drinking a hunk of pumpernickel bread. It has that true porter quirk of making your mouth water as you drink it, with an almost salty element. The rest of the taste is woody and hints at dark rich soil freshly turned. At 6.2% alk it’s not a small beer, burly but not swarthy, if it was a woman it’d be 5’11”, 140 pounds with big tits. And actually, there she is on the label. Not a Summer drink by any means, but paired with a meaty stew on a December evening, this beer would constitute half the meal.
I can rate it at 7.8 for purity of vision and strong execution on the brewery’s side, and i think i know a place where you can make your own sixer of craft beers for $11 where they carry all the Smuttys. I want to try this one unrefrigerated.