It’s a cold wintery saturday in Melbourne, but this craft beer nutter couldn’t be happier….why you ask?
First of all, this is my season.
For anyone that is like me when it comes to craft beer, you will know what I meant from that very short, simple statement.
For everyone else, I will explain just a little further…..
You see, I don’t actually like winter one little bit. The cold, the wet and finally those arctic winds that blow in from the bay. It all makes me want to hop on the nearest plane and head to the other side of the world where it’s summer…. like immediately!
BUT…. and this is a pretty BIG but.
Winter does mean one thing for a craft beer lover like, and that is it’s dark beer season. This is when all those big seasonal winter beers start emerging from the deepest, darkest corners of your local brewery. In fact, most of those corners are so dark, there are actually no corners at all. You see the beasts I am talking about are usually encased inside a barrel, and haven’t seen the light of day for a very, very long time.
When it comes to craft beer, this is what makes me tick. This is what gets me out of bed on a cold wintery day and puts a massive smile on my dial. It makes me forget about the cold, the wet and the wind. After all, that’s what a good fire is for right?
Now, back to my story (because it is a good one).
I am off to see one of my best friends, he is a newly crowned brewer (and a bloody great one at that). I guess you could call him the new kid on the block when it comes to brewing, but in the end, it all comes down to the goods right?? Well I can tell you this stuff is more than just good, it is freak’n ridiculous!
So what is it then I hear you ask??
It is a fat, dare I say.. slightly obsese RIS that goes by the name the ‘Bourbonic Plague’. It is smothered in cascades of bourbon, silky sweet vanilla and a solid presence of oak that lingers on the tongue. This beer might be confused by some as one of the best goddamn ‘beer desserts’ you had EVER set your sights on.
I mean seriously!!
This Russian Imperial Stout is so viscous, that after you have spent the hour (or even two) slowly sipping away at a mere 150ml serving, the top of the snifter glass is still very heavily stained in it’s dark syrupy goodness. Not even the glass wants to part with this beautiful creation.
To put it simply, it is because of beers like this that winter doesn’t have to suck anymore. It is craft brews like this that makes a sun chasing guy like me, very happy to stay here in the cold, heck… even freeze to death.
Just knowing I can pour a glass of AD Brewing’s Bourbonic Plague, keeps me feeling very warm and toasty.
A few final words to the brewer;
Andrew, I take my hat off to you. A new, but serious force to be reckoned with in the art of brewing craft beer. I am honored to have spent the day brewing with you, but most of all, to call you my friend.
Brewery: AD Brewing
Beer style: Russian Imperial Stout
Value: The best things in life really can be free (if you know the right people 🤣).
CRAFTY BEER BROS
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