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I had to write a "descriptive" paper for my English class. Since that's basically what my beer reviews are, I figured I'd kill two birds with one stone. So that would explain the significant change in format from what I normally do. Also, it was damn near impossible for me not to use the words "proleish, profligate tongues" in the final paragraph.
12oz of BeautyWhen people hear the word beer, a great number of images may come to mind. For most those images are of cold steel kegs, glossy red plastic cups, and near tasteless beverages to fill them. But for Beer Advocates like myself, we see much more. The subtle spice of a rye pale ale, the impenetrable blackness of a Russian imperial stout, or the fruity aroma of junipers and tea of a sah’tai are all things I know well. But none can compare to one of my favorite beers, Samuel Adams Chocolate Bock.
Upon first glance of the bottle, one would think it more of an antique than a modern beverage. The Olde English font cast unto the traditional dark drown bottle is a far cry from the aluminum cans of today. The cap too harkens back to a less modern time, requiring the use of an opener as opposed to a simple twist of the wrist. But these anachronisms conceal the beauty within.
Poured from its vessel, it revels its true color. A rich molten brown at first, as though it were an ebony stain to be placed on wood, it turns near black as it comes to a rest. Light does not penetrate, but instead bends around its surface, creating a dark hue similar to the final color of a burning ember. Atop it all sits a small head of rich smoky foam. Barely a fingers worth, it quickly dissipates until only a ring around the glass is left, a sole reminder of what once was.
As one moves closer, the distinctive aroma of chocolate wafts in gently. More bitter in nose than what one is typically accustomed to, it is closely followed by coffee, and roasted malts. These notes fill the nose, imparting a picture of significant sophistication. But the minimal presence of hops is curious, and draws the taster in further, to explore this mysterious and unique brew.
As the first drops hit the tongue, the taste is unmistakable. Rich dark chocolate flavors fill every bud on the tongue and in the mouth. It weighs heavily in the mouth, as though this was a meal in itself. As the chocolate subsides, the roast and coffee malts take over. The mild bitterness subdues the initially unexpected sweetness, and is followed by the hops. Milder than more heavily hopped beers, they serve only to balance and restrain the chocolate taste. As one drinks it, they would often forget that it is indeed a beer, as the complex character revels many tastes, but alcohol is not among them.
The feel of the drink is a new experience for those whose idea of beer does not venture past Coors Light. The weight is significant, but not overwhelming as one would expect. It flows smoothly and evenly, as though it were whole milk. The carbonation far more moderate, only becoming prominent at the end, is a delightful spark to entice yet another sip. As it comes to rest, it sits evenly in ones stomach.
Though it is rare to find bottles, this is not a problem for many. It is not a beer that one would drink for a kegger or frat party. Its significant weight and unique flavor preclude it to more civilized, more sophisticated occasions. Sipped slowly by the gentle fire on a cold winter day, or enjoyed with a slice of tiramisu after a hearty meal, this beer is more advanced than one would expect a beer to be.
Many would not consider such qualities to be significant when they choose a beer. Their sole purpose is inebriation, and beer is merely an economical means to that end. It is of little consequence however, as this fine example of brewing prowess would be wasted on their tongues. Its place is with those who enjoy the finer things in life. And that is why it is one of my favorite beers.