Evil Twin Christmas Eve at a New York City Hotel Room, 10% abv.
I’m watching Jaws. My better half turned it on at the same time I started writing this review and now my concentration is screwed. I mean, my level of concentration is laughable at the best of times but right now? Nah.

"It seems that the nine year old’s from the school have been karateing the picket fences…"
Right. This evocatively named imperial stout from Jeppe Jarnit-Bjergsø’s gypsy brewery , Evil Twin, is something I’ve admired from afar for sometime and the moment I saw it on the listings of a small retailer darn Lahndan way I clicked ‘buy’ before I knew what I was doin’. The two bottles that finally arrived had seen better days and I’m guessing were a couple of years old. At least. Hmm. Better just drink one eh?
"$10,000 for my by myself. For that you get the head, the tail, the whole damn thing."
The pool of blackness is briefly obscured by a small tan head that fades leaving nary a trace that it ever existed. Masses of malty goodness invade my nose holes. Rich cocoa and roasty coffee blend with sweet fruits, this is promising. 
"Ha ha, they’re all gonna die"
Intense mocha flavours hit first, bitter, dark chocolate and burned coffee beans. Then the fruits arrive, figs, dates, prunes, cherries… sour cherries. The sourness erupts and makes my face go all o_O. I’m taken aback somewhat, but my surprise is a pleasant one. The finish is dry and lingering with a building roast cocoa bitterness that matches the fading sour. The body is full, the alcohol virtually undetectable, the carbonation a myth. 
"That’s Ben Gardners boat…"
I gotta say I’m a little puzzled, I had no idea this was a sour impy stout.  I’ve just checked a few other reviews and most people don’t mention any sourness at all. Maybe this is infected, I dunno, but if it is I ain’t gonna complain ‘cause it’s honestly quite delicious. The flavours I’m getting are similar to The Bruery’s Tart of Darkness, only there’s more depth to the roasty malts. I’m interested in seeing what the other bottle tastes like, but I leave that for another night.
"He made me do it!"
I’ve still got a quarter of a glass of this peculiarly tasty brew and Brodie’s just about to hire Quint to go shark huntin’. Have a great night all, cheers!

Evil Twin Christmas Eve at a New York City Hotel Room, 10% abv.

I’m watching Jaws. My better half turned it on at the same time I started writing this review and now my concentration is screwed. I mean, my level of concentration is laughable at the best of times but right now? Nah.

"It seems that the nine year old’s from the school have been karateing the picket fences…"

Right. This evocatively named imperial stout from Jeppe Jarnit-Bjergsø’s gypsy brewery , Evil Twin, is something I’ve admired from afar for sometime and the moment I saw it on the listings of a small retailer darn Lahndan way I clicked ‘buy’ before I knew what I was doin’. The two bottles that finally arrived had seen better days and I’m guessing were a couple of years old. At least. Hmm. Better just drink one eh?

"$10,000 for my by myself. For that you get the head, the tail, the whole damn thing."

The pool of blackness is briefly obscured by a small tan head that fades leaving nary a trace that it ever existed. Masses of malty goodness invade my nose holes. Rich cocoa and roasty coffee blend with sweet fruits, this is promising. 

"Ha ha, they’re all gonna die"

Intense mocha flavours hit first, bitter, dark chocolate and burned coffee beans. Then the fruits arrive, figs, dates, prunes, cherries… sour cherries. The sourness erupts and makes my face go all o_O. I’m taken aback somewhat, but my surprise is a pleasant one. The finish is dry and lingering with a building roast cocoa bitterness that matches the fading sour. The body is full, the alcohol virtually undetectable, the carbonation a myth. 

"That’s Ben Gardners boat…"

I gotta say I’m a little puzzled, I had no idea this was a sour impy stout.  I’ve just checked a few other reviews and most people don’t mention any sourness at all. Maybe this is infected, I dunno, but if it is I ain’t gonna complain ‘cause it’s honestly quite delicious. The flavours I’m getting are similar to The Bruery’s Tart of Darkness, only there’s more depth to the roasty malts. I’m interested in seeing what the other bottle tastes like, but I leave that for another night.

"He made me do it!"

I’ve still got a quarter of a glass of this peculiarly tasty brew and Brodie’s just about to hire Quint to go shark huntin’. Have a great night all, cheers!

  1. nogginvoice reblogged this from stormyskiesahead
  2. broadfordbrewer said: Great beer/film pairing!
  3. ferretthebeer said: "Sometimes that shark, he looks right into you…When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be livin’. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white." So you say the sourness caught you off guard?
  4. stormyskiesahead posted this
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