This is so quintessentially European in execution you almost don’t even need to taste it. That typical agile watery splash like Dr. Pepper, the zero calorie cling, the caramel co2 and Ho hum presentation: all accounted for.

That’s not to say this isn’t tasty, it certainly is and it enjoys that sessionability of continental ratiinalism, and the enduring simple sweetness of British empiricism. It is tootsie rolls and sticky rolos, Natalie Portman thin, almost like a robust Porter with waves of vanilla extract and cake mix.

This is a pretty fine stout and probably among the best De Molen beers and amongst the worst from Narke; (dis)respectively.

  
Dudes tryna get it inside them