Robust amber hue and my nostrils are at a salute. Hot, peppery, gingery aroma clears the sinuses. Grapefruit pings a far away vessel on the edge of the horizon. In a row boat filled with peaches, the pit I have rolled around in my mouth a hundred times, I am salt pulled reluctantly from the seeping shoreline, salt pulled from the core of peach guts. Salty finish keeps my lips dry, tongue wet. Rolling the tongue along the crest of each wave anchored in crunchy mouthfeel of salted, lime-soaked Tostitos. I am finished now, around the lip of empty bottles under the skyline of an orange sun, I am not the salt. I am done.
King Goblin, not unlike its name, is a little haunted. Brewed by Wychwood Ale only on the full moon, it is an illusive batch which graces my taste buds right now. The Belgian style mixes with malt that and makes this interesting flavor that reminds me of wall paper if it were made of maple pancakes. Glued on with a hint of rust on the back of my tongue, I am reminded why I avoid the goblins.
Another ale from North Coast Brewing Company is Otsuchi. An 11.7% abv, this Japanese beer has me thinking that sake is a silk that starts in my shoulders and neck and ends up warming my cheeks and I just sink into it. The sweetness that is found in the bottom of my last glass feels warm. I sip this as I chomp on bunny-shaped chocolate cookies smeared with peanut butter. The sweetness captures a sweet mushroom flavor. A new incarnation of differently placed sensations to be enjoyed again. I will sample this again to be paired with a meal, some steak or fresh bread.
Now onto bed. Following articles will be read with my morning coffee.