Always mill the barley but never over crush em, I’m just tryna move this @marblebrewers weight over customs. In an ironic twist, a British barleywine by national heritage ends up hitting an American execution. It feels like a transatlantic Behemoth, or like a raw dog non barrel aged helldorado. It’s lightly resinous, malty, toasted honey, creek brûlée shell, resin closes out the swallow and it’s so well integrated that there is zero fusel presence. Pairs well with Floribama shore, just steeped in this faux American realm by way of a long time U.K. Baller. Exceedingly drinkable and a lightly phenolic closer that aligns like a massive Triple, it’s husky Curieux frame is showing and I’m totally ok with this maelstrom of smackerels.