Base Camp Brewing's S'more Stout
This was my conundrum for many arduous, beer-tasting years - cue 'eye roll.' Then enters Base Camp Brewing. Thanks Portland for taking yet another classic treat (from a campsite perhaps?) and adding alcohol. Like a good amount of it (7.7% ABV). The S'more Stout is a force to be reckoned with. Its noir-ish black chocolate taste and sweet notes float around the mouth like marshmallow angels. A thing of kings! I'm taken beachside as its aftertaste "burns" of campfire ash. And I mean this in the best of ways. No. Better than best.
Speaking of its thorough label, I should mention the ever clever container: what Justin calls the 'cabottle.' Not all the way 'can.' Not all the way 'bottle.' Just the good shit. The bottle shape provides a bigger capacity (duh) while the aluminium exterior keeps the brew cold, ICE cold, for a hell of a long time. If you don't plan to drink it all at once, just drink sans glass [read: in bottle] to defend from beer's most persistent of enemies, warmth. Plus, zero metallic taste!
The last sip lingered the longest. It resonated chocolate and campfire. Almost like the melted bits of a super chocolaty ice cream, not too milky. In fact, this is best served with a scoop of ice cream! Frankly, so far, this stout's the best. Tasty the whole time, more intense as it slides down into your belly, with an aftertaste that lingers but is not bitter or bad (sits on the back edges of the tongue)... and (!) even Justin loves it.
This Brew Review comes courtesy of Kyra Sacdalan.
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