Last one for tonight. Samuel Smith's Oatmeal Stout from the Old Brewery Tadcaster in N. Yorks, England. And this one's in the big bottle, 550ml. For those of you off the metric system still, 1 PT. 2.7 FL OZ. Get with the world--pounds and inches are nice if you're checking your weight and belt size, but the metric system is very natural once you give it a try.
I've been craving this beer since a long time coming. Today is the day.
What I think is super cool about this beer is that they don't put all the BS on the label, why you should like it, which colonial super-jerk they are celebrating, what coriander parts are included. Nothing but a cheap-ass paper label that is peeling off by the time the boat from England gets it to Miami. No advertised website, just the redemption value, Surgeon General's warning, a bar code and the bare bones basics. They are prepared to let the beer speak for itself.
I love the thick and rich flavor of this kick-ass beer. The big bottle gives me plenty of time to enjoy it and not have to pop a lighter out to open another one (or use the primitive paper way). A little snotty, but the chocolatey dark lovely richness, coupled with the aromas of coffee, double coupled with the roasted extinct-animal flesh rareness (I made that shit up). Jesus H., this is good.
Possibly promoted to a Favorite Sixer, although the large bottle I have doesn't quite occupy a normal sixer holder.
What do you think?