BBXXVI is probably the worst black butte vintage since BBXXIII. Yum molasses and acrimonious cranberries, sign me up.

Clashing acidity meets cloying sweet syrupy sweetness. It’s like freebasing a Yankee holiday candle.

I’m not here to tell you how to live your life, but you can do far better in the imperial porter game.

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