BBXXVI is probably the worst black butte vintage since BBXXIII. Yum molasses and acrimonious cranberries, sign me up. August 31, 2014 | dontdrinkbeer 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. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related