Rogue Double Dead Guy Ale

/jumanji dust blow/ As an introduction – my brother has limited himself to one or two beers a week. But he loves beer. This means that over a lifetime, he can be a dilettante in every beer, or an expert in one. He chose expert – in stouts. “Methinks you ice a bro,” I told him, hanging my head in shame. He fed me stouts that tasted like chocolate, oatmeal, bourbon and milk, but until recently, none that tasted like beer. But his alien archaeology has brought him full circle. ‘Imperial’ stouts are dry as fuck. Thinking “imperial” was the bitter signifier (ala, the ‘imperial’ hop-preservative-soaked voyage of IPAs), I tried other “imperials.” Apparently imperial just means booze heavy - which makes a stout dryer, but other beers sweeter. My experience with this whole class of beers – imperials, doppels, trippels – has been mouth-puckeringly sweet, with the exception of stouts, and this here beer. Rogue Double Dead Guy Ale. Definitely a double-strong beer, with all the indicia – zero effervescence, slightly more than zero head, the swirly oil-in-water appearance of a champagne cocktail and that barleywine/mead sweetness. And yet bitter too? Bitchin. Faces on Mars. But truth is a strong term. This beer is not truth. Tumblr? Thoughts? I'm happy to import the old posts for posterity.