R2k2 (450) - NETHERLANDS - JUL 23, 2016
4.2 AROMA 9/10 APPEARANCE 4/5 TASTE 8/10 PALATE 4/5 OVERALL 17/20
Quite a dark, cloudy, deep ruby red colored beer with the typical stout-like firm, slightly brown layer of foam. It has a nice aroma of chocolate, coffee and mocha. It also tastes quite sweet and full, but this quickly turns over to a nice, coffee-bitter aftertaste. Nice beer.
Een enorm troebel, diep robijnrood bier met een echte, stevige donkerbruine stout-achtige schuimkraag. Een lekker vol aroma van koffie, chocolade en mokka. De smaak is eveneens verassend zoetig en vol, maar dit slaat snel over in een koffiebitters nasmaak. Lekker bier.
Kavu (4187) - Helsinki, FINLAND - JUL 21, 2016
4.1 AROMA 8/10 APPEARANCE 4/5 TASTE 8/10 PALATE 4/5 OVERALL 17/20
0,15l on tap @ Proeflokaal Arendsnest as De Molen Rasputin. Pours very dark brown with a low tan head. Aroma is sweet roasted malts, chocolate and alcohol. Flavor is sweet roasted malts, chocolate, coffee, alcohol and hops. Very good.
bergstaden (2453) - Røros, NORWAY - JUL 16, 2016
4.1 AROMA 8/10 APPEARANCE 4/5 TASTE 8/10 PALATE 4/5 OVERALL 17/20
Olmost black with a small light brown head - Dark malt aroma with some dark fruity notes - Dark malt body with some fruity hops and some hints of alcohol in the back - The dark malt and fruity flavours goes into the finish with hints of good warming alcohol in the back - This was real good
FunkyF (926) - Örebro, SWEDEN - JUL 15, 2016
3.9 AROMA 8/10 APPEARANCE 4/5 TASTE 8/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 16/20
Flaska från ölbutikken. Svart med beige skum. Tung söt doft av choklad och kaffe. Mjölkig söt smak med fin ton av kaffe och choklad.
Michael27 (898) - Berlin, GERMANY - JUL 11, 2016
4.2 AROMA 8/10 APPEARANCE 3/5 TASTE 9/10 PALATE 4/5 OVERALL 18/20
Aus der Flasche getrunken (von einem holländischen Händler). Fast schwarz im Glas und ohne Schaum. In der Nase Schoko- und Kakaoaromen. Im Geschmack wie kalter Mocca, ohne Kompromisse. Im Abgang dunkle Trockenfrüchte.
IOzh (132) - Kyiv, UKRAINE - JUL 10, 2016
3.9 AROMA 7/10 APPEARANCE 5/5 TASTE 7/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 17/20
330ml bottle (as Rasputin - best before 21/12/40). Pours dark brown with small tan head. Aroma of coffee, malts, chocolate, caramel and dark fruits. Medium body with soft carbonation. Taste starts with medium sweetness with medium bitter finish with a hint of booze. Very nice beer.
alteregoo (988) - POLAND - JUL 8, 2016
3.7 AROMA 9/10 APPEARANCE 3/5 TASTE 7/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 15/20
Po przelaniu do szkła tworzy się minimalna, jasno brązowa pianka, która szybko znika do firanki. Barwa prawie czarna, nieprzejrzysta, rubinowa przy dnie na zwężeniu szkła, z pływającymi brzydkimi drobinami drożdży. Aromat mocno kakaowy, pralinowy, kawowy z przyjemnymi nutkami utlenienia i pikantnych przypraw. W smaku słodkie, czekoladowe, kakaowe, z delikatnym kwaskowym posmakiem jeżyny i jagody oraz likierowym rozgrzewaniem w przełyku. Goryczka niska do średniej, długa, bardzo niskie wysycenie, w odczuciu sporo ciała i długie posmaki.
Intensywny, słodki choć nieskomplikowany RIS, w którym przeszkadza mi odrobinę estrowość w stylu ciemnych leśnych owoców, która tłumi pobrzmiewające w zapachu echa utlenienia (porto, sherry, wanilia) i na dłuższą metę męczy...
DeanF (2348) - Alberta, CANADA - JUL 1, 2016
2.8 AROMA 5/10 APPEARANCE 2/5 TASTE 6/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 12/20
Well shit. It’s 1980 and you’re stil alive. What the hell can happen after all else has already happened? She never came back; from the grave, can you imagine, of course it never happened. You kept on keepin’ on at the pizza place for a few years but really it just didn’t fly anymore as you were pushing seventy. The new clubs started popping up - with new wave, punk, all sorts of madness you couldn’t imagine in ’45 - and here you are now, wondering why you ever learned to play the bass. Sure, it was fun for awhile but perhaps you should have just grinded away a few years down at the dockyard like your buddies. After all, you coulda been a contender. You coulda been somebody. But now you’re just a washed up bass player in Harlem squeezing out a few more years on what little she left to you. Hey - no regrets. You enter the jazz world, you don’t come out the same. Sure Miles had it al, he could disappear for years and people would still love him, but you a working bass player - you did not have this luxury. No one even knows if you exist, even at the best of times. No one wonders if you, of all the band, made his way over the past thirty years. No one wonders if you got a tumor sometime in your seventies and what that will mean for your lifespan.
But you’re still in that same god damned apartment, Carol Burnett reruns and all, shag carpet to hell you’s all it’s still here and it’s still just damned good enough. Life seems a little slower these days but not so much so - you wash dishes down at the Brooklyn Pizzeria (name changed) a few nights a week to boost the income and no one asks questions. That guy, that guy played bass, so what, it’s all punk rock and disco now so fuck ’em. You don’t care, you got nothing to prove. But every so often you go down to the bodega and find something, in between old ’45s of supper club music from ’64 and ’65, and pour it out. This thing is jet black like you couldn’t remember and has no head to speak of. You’re back in Harlem, that guy with the tenor sax is goin’ at it, you feed in with the bass. The aroma is all sweet caramel, strong alcohol, hints of molasses. Sax man continues and you try to edge in a solo. It’s all muddled barley, hints of dark brew, you noodle away on the bass for awhile more but realize that the tastes have changed. Heavy coffee aroma and okay drinkability but this could easily be any other strong dark beer. You wonder if you missed the latest episode of Taxi while on this gig, that’s important at least. Yeah, alcohol is well hidden, but the black folk ain’t buyin’ enough. The chocolate holds on to you though - you pound out a solo like you haven’t done in thirty years. These kids today, do they even give a shit about instruments? It’s all screaming, punk rock, rebellion. Remember when bass meant something. When Paris was a focalpoint. When Miles made eye contact with him.
He back at his place now, 1981 - so much to remember. The future? Doubtful. The chaper yearns on but seriously no one even remember his slick riffs in Boise from ’47. And that’s a shame, history forgot him, he forgot himself - he drinks the beer in silence in Brooklyn, staring at that skyline, wondering where it all went wrong. Is there still time enough to switch it around? Another ten years in New York, would that even matter? If not, then why not prune those vines and be done with these damned Americans forever? Gawd, life can present so many choices. Indecision. If only she had lived to see 1971.... and he takes another sip.
R4N5H (837) - NETHERLANDS - JUL 1, 2016
3.6 AROMA 7/10 APPEARANCE 4/5 TASTE 6/10 PALATE 4/5 OVERALL 15/20
33cl bottle (Rasputin - best before end 2040, so bottled 2015), purchased at the brewery and opened on 1-July-2016. Dark brown in colour with a medium sized tan coloured head which dissipates slowly. Aroma of cocoa, sweet malt and coffee. Medium to full body and soft carbonation. Heavy milk chocolate taste, with a light coffee flavour, malt, molasses and liquorice. Nice and smooth, and light bitterness. A pretty good Russian Imperial Stout.
scottm2588 (178) - SCOTLAND - JUN 22, 2016
3.4 AROMA 7/10 APPEARANCE 3/5 TASTE 6/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 15/20
Bottle as ’Rasputin’ at home. Pours opaque black with a small tan head, fair whack of sediment in the glass. Aroma is chocolate, liquorice, roasty. Taste is chocolate, plum, molasses, liquorice, slight coffee. Very soft carbination.