Scotch-Irish makes some mighty impressive brews. An Imperial Stout that assults your taste buds, a Porter that is much bigger then it’s stubby bottle, and an IPA that sort of kicks your teeth out in a way that you might just pay money to have done. It feels so good, it can’t be too deviant, right?
Poured from the calssic Scotch-Irish stubby, paying tribute to Canadian brewing of days of yore. No brewed/freshness date present. Beer is dark golden, with a big old fluffy head, like when you put palmolive in the hot tub (remember?). Head dissapates a bit, but hangs around to lace the glass like a french grandmother. Smells of citrus, mainly lemon and grapefruit peel, with a nice sharp fresh juicy note. There’s a nice undertone of caramel malt, but it’s subtle. Taste is dry and nutty, a nice bit of citrus peel, nearly herbal/medicinal hop on the finish. Very very dry, though not in a coating resinous way. Almost spicy hops linger keeping the memory alive. The malt is present throughout the taste, but always as a background element, like one of the Baldwin brothers nobody knows. Mouthfeel is actually a bit thin, but with a big bubbly carbonation, like soda. There is some sweetness on the tongue, but the hops clears if off pretty quickly. This is another beer that requires time and care to consume. While I could probably drink a fair few of these, I would rather slowly drink one or two, then move on to something a little less complicated. Like watching Harold and Kumar after a foreign film with sub-titles.
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