![]() ![]() The Barrel Aged Imperial Stout program is on its way. More barrels are coming and we won’t be limiting our releases to just winter. Once More into the Fray, to the last good fight I’ll ever know. Perhaps this poem is the motto of all you Survivor Types out there. An intense journey akin to walking into a blizzard and facing the elements. A beer to be reckoned with, both in its boldness and it’s nuance. Thick, luscious, oaky, vanillin, coconut, bourbon. and then we waited a little longer.Īnd then we tasted some imperial stout barrels and there it was. This pre-footy wonder evolved as the warmth did - espresso bean-chew gave way to vanilla smoothness gave way to silky barrel coffee. and we waited some more.Īnd then again we tasted some imperial stout barrels. Don Incognito is drinking an Once More Into the Fray - 2021 by Deeds Brewing at Brewski Fluffy. And we waited.Īnd then we tasted some imperial stout barrels. There’s nothing quite like aging an imperial stout in a Kentucky bourbon barrel.Īnd so, four months after we started brewing at our new home in Glen Iris, we laid down ten barrels of Imperial Stout into a mix of Jim Beam and Heaven Hill Barrels. It’s almost romantic that spirit aging away in its wooden vessel with those sweet, sweet vanilla, coconut, and tannic flavours giving you oak and that sultry colour. There’s just something special about getting some of that oak out of the backwoods of Kentucky. One barrel in my mind stands above all of the others. And though some of these flavours just explode off your tongue. From Jamaican rum barrels to the single malt barrels from the island of Islay, I’ve sampled many, but not all. A passion builds over time as the opportunity to sample quality grows! I spent many years trying every imperial stout I could get my hands on and then as with all things, elevating to the next level of drinking the dark side with stouts long aged in barrels of various origin. I’ve long heard the siren’s song of the original hype-y boi beer. A beer truly best served in a brandy glass or tulip paired with a warm fire, good friends, and maybe even a little self-reflection. Give up or say fuck it, Ill do it myself. When you finally understand and accept that you are alone, you have to make a choice. That dark stormy glass in which no light can escape, always drawing your eye in deeper like an event horizon. We struggle hoping theres a god with us, but when we look back on everything, when were at the end we realize, it was just us all along (and those friends and family we had no choice but to fight through life with). That thick, dark, viscous liquid more akin to the black blood of the earth then a lager or pale ale. ![]() one aged in bourbon barrels, that transcends into magical territory. There is just something mystical about the imperial stout. ![]()
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