This was a really sophisticated beer that I watched in front of a really unsophisticated, terrible movie. So terrible that I can reveal the title – Jawbreaker – without fear of reprehension because I know none of my readers are stupid enough to have seen it.
Stu’s Russian Imperial Stout provided a wonderful contrast to Rose McGowan’s acting (which would have seemed awkward even in a porn) and nearly made me forget about the absurd and hole-ridden plot. In short, it was everything Jawbreaker was not – deep, complex, and you know… good.
It poured almost pitch-black, with no head whatsoever and only the loneliest bubble battling it’s way through the gloop. It smelled strongly of roasty malt, dark fruits, coffee and toasted wood. In the mouth it was thick and smooth, with sweet flavours of caramel and vanilla being eventually overridden with roasty bitterness. Good God I love Imperial Stout.
Coming up on the blog: beers with labels that you can obtain yourself from a shop!