Great Divide Oak-Aged Yeti Espresso Imperial Stout (via Super Deli Mart)
The rain begins to ghost in, bringing waves of precip whooshing down upon heat-absorbing pavement. Heavy-toed galoshes are in order this afternoon for anyone brave enough to traipse all rubberyfooted out in search of this Imperial Stout.
Swill of this caliber instantly invokes memories of churning muddy soil in yer backyard sandbox. You carved the earth into 2-foot canyons with a huge shovel. Then, you terrorized peaceful negotiations between the G.I. Joe and X-Men societies with a raging deluge from the garden hose. No survivors. Only skeletons for yer teenage archaeologist self to dig up on a boring summer afternoon in the early 2000s.
Even then you had a predilection for tumbling swells of liquid chocolate. They started burning a slow cigarette hole in the back of yer subconscious. Just like those fuckers dying of “spontaneous combustion” by leaving lit cancer sticks in sleepy laps. And you too will smolder towards something wreathed in kinetic energy. That being, yer yapper won’t stop flapping about the incredible consistency and oily carbonation inherent in this ale.
But like yer heroes, sunk beneath the silt of lost youth, yer palate will soon be buried with a thousand additional grimy confections. This isn’t a moment to be lost in nostalgic trance. No. This is a time to celebrate a unique and pleasurable singular moment in time. When that Espresso Bean mellowness languidly strides onto yer tongue—covet each passing millisecond.
-Pedro
- 2 years ago
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