I bought this beer mostly because it was brewed in honour of one of my favourite writers/journalists of all time, and because the bottle is adorned with an illustration by Ralph Steadman himself. It promised so much!
Gonzo poured thick and black like oil, with an orange-tinged tan head. On my first whiff I got chocolate milk, and a hint of metal which seemed to disappear as it warmed up.
It tasted… like Christmas. There was milk chocolate again, a hint of coffee and mixed spice. There were raisins, currants, sticky-date pudding, and a hint of bitterness that arrived just in time. The mouthfeel was thick and smooth – almost oily, and left a pleasing alcohol heat at the back of my throat.
This is a lovely porter, but boy-oh-boy, you wouldn’t drink more than one! At 9.2% you should really sip it slowly, and probably drink it with food (she says, having done neither).
My only gripe with this beer – and it’s not even a gripe really – is that I just don’t see Hunter S. Thompson as a porter. I reckon he’d be something less sweet, less likeable, and more bat-shit crazy. A Rex Attitude perhaps?
PS – I really wanted to write this entire post Gonzo-style, but my first attempt was so bad it would have sent Mr. Thompson rolling in his grave if I’d published it.