What an odd duck we have here. At first blush I thought I was in for some off brand bb4d goodness, then I saw the treatment and the abv and my expectations were more tapered than Bruno Mars’s jeans. Sherry. What are we gonna do with this deviant? It has the same burnt raisin, port wine, orchard decay type of smell you expect, toffee buried underneath gasping for air.
I mean, it’s fine, but this beer is like having a son who scraps copper for living and your older barleywine son is a poetleaureate. Compelling argument for nurture over nature. There’s a pleasant Old ale underpinning with toasted pumpernickel and flan, but then here comes Sherry from accounting ruining everyone’s good times saying “you can’t have a katana sword in the break room.”
The sherry reminds me of plum hookah, weird tobacco meets false fruit found in flavored dental products. You can do far worse but knowing what Kuhnhenn is capable of, this beer dropped out of Brown to pursue its dreams of being an old ale tattoo artist. I just expected more, come on, flash art?