It was recently announced that experiments at the Large Hadron Collider indicated the possibility of containing anti-matter, albeit momentarily. If the scientists at CERN had done their homework, they would’ve found that tiny nibbles of anti-matter have been finding their way down to the Laurelwood Brewpub for years.
Something in the quantum is acting in a spooky fashion inside their pints and bottles and kegs of this arborphilic porter. A very mild personality for a dark beer but lurking beneath the surface is a chaotic, serpentine undercurrent the likes of the Atlantic Loop. The flow is pleasantly continuous sending a big middle finger to the typical porter-infiltrating syrup viscosity. Smooth as a Buddy Rich drum roll and not nearly as deceased.
The Tree Hugger makes an impossibly dense pose. The stout-like sippability (real word) halts yer epic swilling sessions in dramatic fashion. Those tiny anti-matter particles slow every action and thought in your body. Yer belly whines and yer lips uncooperatively lurch toward the pint rim.
It’s all you can do to take shallow gasp after shallow gasp of amazement with this exasperatingly science-y beer.
-Pedro Woolley
- 11.18.10
