A cognac barrel aged barleywine, I am totally in., even if Westbrook hasn’t had the most amazing barleywine and old ale track record. I went in with arms wide open not unlike the hit single from Creed.

And as expected it’s a touch thin, almost sauntering into the porter realm, walnut pecan with a tannic presence from the cognac like burnt toast and prunes. The finish has a solvent aspect to it like wood varnish that is more unpleasant as it warms. There’s a nice raisin and toasted fig jam when it’s cold but the odd fusel and phenolic character as the temp ramps up that prevented me from killing this solo. Maybe it was the rolled up maxipad shunted in my urethra.

It is the polar opposite of the under attenuated massive syrupy mess that was b1 a deal with the devil, so I don’t know who to root for, it’s like an anti vaccinater fighting a juggalo, I can’t really root for either.

  
Bazoopers all around