Appallingly grotesque metaphor: David Foster Wallace’s corpse reanimated as a bum in the early morning light transposed with the first 15 minutes of a Next Generation episode. That’s Oskar Blues Gordon DIPA…more or less.
Now I’m not as thirsty as the bum who was willing to pay me for a face full of dog piss but I am certainly always ready for a good DIPA. 2 days and halway down a growler, this beer puts me in a good mood before dinner and a better mood after a Captain Picard verbal smackdown. And the like the ridges of Lieutenant Worf’s brow, the hops in the beer cut a bristling line across the top of your mouth. But the flavor doesn’t pain you, it sails like heinous JFK-like sailboat on a sea of bourbon.
Traditional is the mildest adjective I can think of for this brew. Isn’t that terribly interesting? Please do try this Colorado delicacy. No, I have not been paid to say that…yet.
Up to 20.5% you say my good fellow? Bring it on. ABC Family Night with Harry Potter might not be the Seattle International Beer festival but What The Hell? At least after half a snifter Hermoine is looking a bit more shapely.
Nearing the peak of Dogfish Head’s alcohol summit, Raison d’Extra packs a nosy punch and palate sting. The tumult of % scorches down your throat before most of the flavor has time to snugly tongue-settle. Obviously, this drink is all about the raisins: the taste and subsequently pleasing afterburp.
The last item of note: the weight of the booze melts those shriveled grape testes into a ragged terry cloth of chocolate flavor that wipes your mouth clean. The tongue that wobbles on this beer is like a diving board vibrating with numbness, equally soulless and enjoyable.
It’s not magic but something solid that’s worth a taste—probably not the whole fourpack. That is, unless, female wizards are your raison d’sextra. I mean d’Extra.
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