Victory Old Horizontal ‘08
Where were you in the year that brought us a lunar eclipse, the Irish rejection of the Lisbon Treaty (oh you know, abortion and what not), and earthquakes in Kyrgyzstan. Nothing Irish, Lunar or Kyrgyz lingers inside the vintage encapsulation of this barleywine because those are all stupid things that no one should remember anyway.
One more serene than a Chinese violin and the other more excited than a hyper-active sports analyst…this beer and you sit lovingly across from each other—stealing glances across an flame-licked backdrop. Yer lopsided embrace surrounds the liquid companion and floods you with memories of steamy August nights—the bedsheets plastered, muscles throbbing, sauces dribbling. It’s nocturnal grilled cheese: human+beer, all buttery and crisp and shit. Mmmmmmm.
There’s something very real and demanding about this barleywine. It requires yer attention but manages to drain yer expectations completely with a mellow,
Victory’s creation reduces yer tastesbuds to ragged, pulverized stubs in a willful, encouraging way, shepherding yer nostalgic ass back to the bar for another encounter.