Heat99 (56) - Austin, Texas, USA - NOV 28, 2001
2.7 AROMA 6/10 APPEARANCE 3/5 TASTE 5/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 10/20
I really didnít like this Guinness in a bottle. I expected the draught flavor from the can, but was denied such pleasure. I really had a hard time drinking it as it was too watery, and not as carbonated and ícreamyí as most guinness beers are. The rocket is a neat idea, and the bottle is pretty, but that doesnít get it very far since the beer quality was poor. I give it an E for Effort, but thatís about it.
Staffan47 (690) - Uppsala, SWEDEN - DEC 11, 2013
2.6 AROMA 6/10 APPEARANCE 5/5 TASTE 5/10 PALATE 2/5 OVERALL 8/20
Snyggt i glaset blir det ju trots all med hjälp av gaspatronen. Tentaplugg till domarutbildningen. Kategori 7A. Dry stout. I princip helt svart. Brända dofter av kaffe och svartmalt. Möjligen choklad. Ingen tydlig humling. Lätt kropp. (Ville minnas denna som tyngre men den här är ju riktigt tunn). Beska är tydlig, sannolikt kan den vara maltrelaterad (svartmalt?). Låg kolsyra. Kaffe och brända toner. Sträv.
Defensemaster (24) - GERMANY - DEC 10, 2013
3.4 AROMA 6/10 APPEARANCE 4/5 TASTE 6/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 15/20
Good old Guinness, drunk on Tap from the Bad Hersfeld News Café: deep dark, almost black appearance but mahogany when held to the light, the creamy head and lacing remain intact to the last drop. (Thank you, nitrogen!) Guinness Draught has a light coffee aroma and a rather bitter taste with a dry finish. It's a nice beer for a winter evening with friends.
---Cheers until next time!
vami (252) - Poznan, POLAND - DEC 10, 2013
3.5 AROMA 6/10 APPEARANCE 5/5 TASTE 7/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 14/20
Great dense head, the best ever. Aroma is weak yeasty, a bit of milky coffee. Taste is sour and dry. Finish is slightly dry. Needs more character.
Rperez (21) - Florida, USA - DEC 8, 2013
3.8 AROMA 8/10 APPEARANCE 4/5 TASTE 8/10 PALATE 4/5 OVERALL 14/20
Very thick malt like beer with fantastic aroma of roasted coffee beans with a nice white head! Just a great beer allaround
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Szinek (10) - POLAND - DEC 8, 2013
4.2 AROMA 7/10 APPEARANCE 5/5 TASTE 9/10 PALATE 4/5 OVERALL 17/20
Beautiful foam is beautiful. Right? If you like velvet - this beer is for you. Nothing to say more, the best stout out there.
fcjack1 (41) - Washington, USA - DEC 7, 2013
3.8 AROMA 7/10 APPEARANCE 5/5 TASTE 7/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 16/20
Pours black, of course. Thick light tan head. Scent of malts and thatís about it. Taste is also malty. Kind of dry. Very easy to drink.
ScottPurchase (9) - Ontario, CANADA - DEC 7, 2013 does not count
3.4 AROMA 6/10 APPEARANCE 5/5 TASTE 7/10 PALATE 4/5 OVERALL 12/20
I had made my decision. This time I was not going to move and I would be taken out of this world. The metal was hard and cold in the back of my neck as I lay, arms tucked by my side, my head hanging over that steel railway track so rusted from years of rain and neglect by those who couldíve cared more but chose not to because their paycheck would continue to be written, and they would sleep in their warm homes with stern speaking wives and children who could care less about their fatherís job as a railway track maintenance technician but they would look up to him nonetheless. As this dissonant reality floated through my wandering mind, my teeth began to click as my neck transferred the vibrations of the track it rested on. I opened my eyes, but did not move my body. The dark night remained dark, but a glimmer of light snuck through the trees and reflected such that I could detect the coming train. I closed my eyes, a single tear being pushed out of my eye as I did so. The train did not sound its horn, for these parts of Nevada were not supposed to have people who needed warning of an train closing in on their position. It seemed like time had not had a chance to advance by the time the trainís engine became deafeningly loud and I realized the noise was so loud it could not be louder. I opened my eyes to see the train rushing inches beside my head, on the other track. I stood up calmly and without hesitation walked back to my piano teacherís limousine waiting with its headlights off 50m from the tracks. As I approached, the lights turned on and I opened the door. Michael, now my personal assistant, slave if you will, was a brilliant piano teacher at the time with unconventional methods, but they worked. "So Scott, do you think now youíll be able to keep tempo, you pug?". I threw up my hands, sighing. "Itís OK, have this". It was GHB, known by the street name of roofies. Knowing the consequences if I did not, I took the vial of shame from his hand and downed it. "Thatís it. Very good". I looked out the window, and my eyes welled as I knew what my body would be experiencing in the next hour, thankful my mind may be spared. "Here, take this, youíve earned it." I looked over cautiously, and saw a bbc in his hand. The big black Guinness can shone under the some light of the limo. As I stared, Michaels blue eyes tore through me as he waited for a response, eyebrows raised, as he shook an empty glass with his other hand as if I was a puppy unable to attend to an object which was no rattled in from of my cheap face. I nodded, then buried my face in my hands as my world began to spin for a moment, but the sensation passed. I heard Michael crack the can, a peculiar wurring sound followed. The nitrogen was infusing the liquid with that smooth cream which I had grown to love in Guinness while living in Dublin for my masters in sound engineering. I looked up to see Michael pour the dark liquid into the glass, held level to his eyes as if he was crafting some sort of a fragile remote control made of chocolate which could effectively pause time and space, as well as rewind and fast forward but could not resume to play. The glass was full, brown and cascading white foam perfectly until there was a clear separation of black and white, something my ancestors knew all too well but something I will not discuss here to keep this brief. I grabbed the glass with my left hand after Michael had nodded me towards it, and my finger brushed his briefly, feeling the cold gemstone on his pewter silver sadist ring, which caused him to drop the glass. I caught it perfectly with my foot, juggled it into my right hand and threw back the entire 500ml in a single swig. I dropped the empty glass and my head contorted backwards, as my face froze and finally, I began to breathe. The foam was sweet and so frothy, but the draught itself was appropriately flat so I could bask in the brew which tasted so boldly reminiscent of a very dark chocolate. I really enjoyed the beer, but the joy was dissolved in my fading world as the GHB began to take effect. Sending I was becoming vulnerable, I saw Michael shift and put in Chopinís greatest hits CD in the limoís sound system. My head fell down as I lost control of my muscles and I felt Michaels breath in my ear, "Donít be alarmed when your deuce smells like coconut tomorrow morning". I felt my ane tense up and then I faded silently into nothingness. Black, like the Guinness in me. My name is Scott Purchase and I recommend this biere.
chuckstout (167) - Washington, USA - DEC 5, 2013
3.7 AROMA 5/10 APPEARANCE 5/5 TASTE 7/10 PALATE 4/5 OVERALL 16/20
Malty aroma, pours a near black with dense lasting mocha head and excellent lacing. Roast fruit coffee and cream
LKT1983 (109) - Benton, Kentucky, USA - DEC 5, 2013
3.5 AROMA 7/10 APPEARANCE 4/5 TASTE 8/10 PALATE 4/5 OVERALL 12/20
One of my go-to brews. Never liked it in college, but now itís a favorite. For $8.99, you really canít beat it.
devman171 (511) - Annapolis, Maryland, USA - DEC 5, 2013
3.5 AROMA 6/10 APPEARANCE 5/5 TASTE 6/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 15/20
on draft. black with great cascading nitro head. Aroma is roast and chocolate, taste is a nice light bodied clean roasted stout