If this beer was a man it would be Bruce Cambell in 1987. If this beer was a weapon it would be Crom’s battle axe (with a mahogany handle interlaced with purple velvet). If this beer was a beast it would be a magnificent alpha-stag with ivory-crowned, gold-tipped antlers. If this beer was a place it would be the great burning hearth of Odin’s Hall. If this beer was a song it would sound like “Mother” from Danzig with vocals by Billie Holliday. This beer is as bold as the non-blinking stare of a ninja holding a Valentine’s card for your little sister. It’s strength is the knuckle-callused backhand slap of a red-eyed nun. It’s complexity is the sleep-walk dream-song of the musician on stage in a dimmed and empty cafe.
The alcohol content is 12%, and i’m pretty sure the other 88% is some of the blood of Falkor the Luckdragon. It is victory, but not without sacrifice at about $15 for four 12 ounce bottles (but easily worth a silver shilling or two more).
Rating: Solid A
