"Graham Cracker Chocolate Chunk Caramel Bar Stout".
Unsettling.
Pours like backyard maple syrup. Blacker than a veteran's humour. The head is darker than many "dark" beers. Hold the phone. 10.5% alc. /vol.
Wait.
What? This beer is plainly psychotic.
Who combines "Chocolate Chunk Caramel" with decimal of ethanol?
Who?
The nose is invited with the comforting aromas of your grandmother's kitchen at Thanksgiving. The syrup treachery of the liquid itself invites sipping. Then, three sips in you discover that gulping tastes better. Three and a half sips in your heart sinks as the sinister burn of the booze warms the inner lining of the esophagus and your imagination convinces you that the mad brewer is giggling maniacally... Somewhere.
With a sinking feeling you're convinced that you are hurting yourself.
Overall it is traumatic.
52/100
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