Pike’s Entire Wood-Aged Stout
Off in the distance, the slow coo of trains lulls young minds to sleep while bubbling broths of chili gurgle sloppily in the near kitchen. The carbonation in the Entire Stout stews and beckons like the hefty dose of cayenne pepper in a steaming bowl of chili. Totally unexpected, however, is how much carbonation leaps up at ya like tiny carbon fireworks. Yer lips buzz as the fizz journeys up your moustache(ette) on an ascent of treacherous, dangling hairy handholds.
The warm tumble of vanilla washes over yer tongue blissfully like a melty cheese curd. It coats everything about the inside of yer mouth and hesitates ever so slightly before it smuggles witness-protection-act alcohol past the looming spectre of the Eye of Uvulua. But the chocolate gets caught and assassinated in front of a firing squad of taste bud soldiers. Think of the mouth as a penetrable fortress. Or a fish net that somehow avoids catching the carcasses of runt dolphin.
I prefer to think of my own mouth as baleen. I carefully sieve out the millions of krill bubbles in this stout, tasting each one as though someone’s rating my abilities. That or a giant squid is about to rake my whale-ass with a deadly suckerprong. Then again, the depth of the ocean are a perfect place to get intimate with these suds.
- 2 years ago
