BlackHaddock (2936) - Shropshire, - MAY 2, 2012
3.9 AROMA 7/10 APPEARANCE 4/5 TASTE 8/10 PALATE 4/5 OVERALL 16/20
Oct 2006, so no ’original’ on my bottle: At £1.49 for a 33ml bottle, even at 6.6%, I wanted, and got a beer I like.
Looked good, poured into a Belgian Beer Goblet, clear ambber bronze with a thin off white foam on top.
Aroma was sweet, I got caramel, toffee and a subtle spirits smell, whisky (or even Irish whiskey), not sure, my snout has been in to many troughs, to eek out every aroma from complexed beers.
The taste was warming to the throat, giving a nice after glow, which lasted a lot longer than anyother Pale Ale I have had (that i remember).
A very pleasant drink and worth the extra cash I paid for it!
dnstone (2050) - Las Vegas, Nevada, USA - DEC 21, 2013
3 AROMA 6/10 APPEARANCE 2/5 TASTE 6/10 PALATE 2/5 OVERALL 14/20
Pours a honey-gold in color with no head. Light boozey aroma, vanilla and wood. Smooth vanilla and oak with light booze edges.
Augdraught1981 (84) - Harlem, Georgia, USA - DEC 18, 2013
4.1 AROMA 6/10 APPEARANCE 4/5 TASTE 9/10 PALATE 4/5 OVERALL 18/20
UPDATED: DEC 19, 2013 Wonderful bourbon aroma & taste without the heat with a sweet & soft body. Most excellent & very different.
Derbeth (134) - Kraków, POLAND - DEC 13, 2013
3.2 AROMA 6/10 APPEARANCE 3/5 TASTE 4/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 16/20
Aroma: much vanilla, some toffee and malt, a little bit of hops. Amber colour, minimal head. Light sweetness. Light body, soft carbonation. The aroma is really interesting.
ScottPurchase (16) - Ontario, CANADA - DEC 11, 2013
2.7 AROMA 7/10 APPEARANCE 3/5 TASTE 5/10 PALATE 2/5 OVERALL 10/20
Innis & Gunn Original
In one sense, I knew I was dead. By the way my heart beat, my lungs expanded; it seemed to have become superficial as if I was replaying a script through my body out of habit but the connection had been lost. Looking down at the end of my bed, I saw so many figures walking by unconcerned. Wanting to scream, to grab them and stare them deep in the eye, instead finding myself sinking deeper into the mattress; so gentle and unbearably soft that I could not help but appreciate these final moments of peace. You would think that a man’s dying moment would have some sort of meaning, have some sort of context. For me, it would be an undramatic exit. I closed my eyes, willing to let go. I let go.
My stomach jumped as I opened my eyes. A shot of excitement went through my body, making my toes and fingers tingle. My breathing was quick and my heart thumped hard. Looking around I became acquainted with my surroundings, of which I could perceive a distinct ‘L’ of light where the door to my prison cell was. The remnants of my dream raced through my mind: was it a sign? Was I on my last legs? I had not eaten or had water for 17 months while in captivity, but I had made sure to eat a balanced meal and a litre of water with every dream. My construction of reality had long disintegrated, as if God were sparing me the countless seconds into days and weeks that I sat in this cold damp room with so many orgies outside of my door that I no longer attended to the sound of ejaculations hitting my cellar door or the ambiguously viscous liquids that would sometimes seep under the door forming a stream to my head as I slept or wept on the floor. I sat in my room without a rigid form of thought occupying my mind. I was staring at this golden ‘L’ waiting to see movement not for hope of rescue, for that had long passed, but for some sort of variance in the tangible world which I was left to observe. At the same time I was looking at myself. I was perplexed. I was both seeing myself and seeing the light. I was cold but I also felt so warm; a feeling of warmth had spread through my body. I felt as if a cat was within my body, purring. I thought these thoughts in the most platonic sense with no hint of beastiality but I admit, when you’re surrounded by orgies but can’t participate your mind wanders. I heard the sound of footsteps approach the door and scrape the dirt as someone stopped outside the door. I heard several voices outside the door, one I could make out was pornstar Ron Jeremy. I froze. They were coming for me. I had to leave. Any warmth instantly lost my body as the door was blown off of its hinges sending shards of oak into the air suspended in time as the intense brightness illuminated everything but the 3 silhouettes of naked bodies charging through the door. I was sluggish and stunned but I knew that I must act quickly for this spectacular opportunity to escape, and I did a rolling somersault through the legs of the middle figure so now all that separated me was 3 feet of dirt. I turned to give them a dramatic stare, perhaps a line which I would be able to quote myself on in a possible film which could be made from my imprisonment but I noticed they wasted no time in running towards me. With no time to spare, I did two front flips, a cart wheel and a back flip before giving them the middle finger, jumping in the air and spinning, grabbing the door and swung it to shut those sadists inside their own sick cage.
The door did not close, as one of them had grabbed my foot as I stumbled and grabbed at the door handle to slam it once more. I opened the door and sent my foot into the coconut scented man’s face. Feeling his teeth give, the grip on my foot loosened. I sprinted down the dark hallway not knowing if there were more of them in the direction I was heading but I ran this way anyways.
It had been a year and a half since I first came down here after my nephew failed to impress CBC Television talent scouts and I had been imprisoned for drinking a Granville Island Pale Ale. The cavernous halls were so unfamiliar, the door leading to the railway cars eluded me and I ran in circles amongst the orgy still going strong although there were a notable amount of deceased patrons forgotten in the corners by their lovers. I doubled back through another cave and saw a door, my pursuers were now right on my tail, all that remained was for me to decide: do I open the door and risk being cornered in another prison cell or do I turn back and face my captors and fight to the death. Without my sword, I was quite useless so I opened the door where a cement balcony overlooking a bottomless pit now presented itself as my next option to complement that option which is a battle with my pursuers. Without hesitation I jumped in the air to do a somersault front flip landing perfectly on the iron railing of the the balcony with my heads raised straight over my head point to the sky with my hands together in a V. My eyes closed as I breathed in deeply and I heard the pattering of feet and then the skidding and the yells for me to get down, it was all over, they will treat me better, they will let me perform, I will be loved. So many promises with so little to base it on. I pulled back my arms and my body followed their path as i did a back dive off the railing into the void.
The sound of air rushing by my ears increased and screamed and hurt my ears and in an instant I felt my leg catch a protruding rock casting my perfect backwards dive into a spinning free fall and I’ll be honest in this review: I lost my composure and called out for John Stamos.
The fall was quick but I remember shifting my gaze directly below me as I saw the rushing water below coming quickly towards me but as I was able to discriminate the scene more closely with every few hundred feet of free fall I realized I was helplessly plummeting into a group of rocks exposed through the surface of the water. I closed my eyes and waited for the end. The pain was immediate and intense, the hard stone pierced through my skull and I felt like vomiting but lacked the strength to do so. I felt like I was floating in stasis within my body as I floated in the chilling fast moving water. My head felt like it had been torn completely apart. There must be seconds left for me, this must be my end, I will die here. But the death did not come, I opened my eyes. I thought I may have been dreaming, realizing the situation was immediately bizarre. But it was too quiet for a dream. Just the calm trickle of water moving along the rocks. I did not move, just looking floated with the current looking up at the distant balcony I had jumped from, visible as a grey speck. I came to a stop as the water became too shallow for my body to float and I crawled up on a mass of used latex cucumber sheaths filled with milk which must have been thrown off the same balcony by the patriots of the humid dark cave of my imprisonment. I propped myself up onto one hand, and began to focus on my breathing. I did not know if I had been breathing before. With my other hand I touched my forehead which was in pain. Feeling further back point by point I suddenly pressed down and felt the air from my lungs forcefully expelled. The touch which i experienced was discgusting, soft, wet. I felt around and realized my skull was missing from the left posterior portion of my head.
I knew what I had seen would be of great danger to the orgy users and whatever the link between the woman who had led me there and this underground association, it was uncanny and I was terrified of moving on to freedom. Maybe I could just fade off into nothingness, eat nothing in my dreams and become one with the rocks. I slowly laid down accepting this as my only fate resting my head on its ride side with my pulsing cerebrum exposed to the mist floating above the water. As I rested the weight of my head, I noticed something amidst the pile of latex cucumber sheaths. It was hard, a can was buried below the top layer. I picked it up, wiping off what must have been remnants of yogurt or old cucumber, and read the label: “Innis & Gunn Original”. The can was red with majestic rustic tones of brown and I was intrigued by the scripture which indicated it was oak aged beer. Had I not had significant brain damage, I would have been sexually aroused, but alas, I was merely intrigued. I cracked open the can and smelled, a musky fruity smell came through, which I identified as the oak. Excitedly, I began to drink, but stopped my chug short. Certainly smokey, and certainly parallel flavour to a scotch, but it felt so weird to be drinking something which was as bold as scotch with no alcohol to burn. It came through a bit sweet after that, but my mouth was kind of frustrated as I was hoping the palate would make up for what the beer lacked in earthy smoky flavour which I admit, was what I had hoped for and perhaps was not the intent of the beer. However, this seemed off as well, with less than impressive carbonation in my contemptuous opinion. Why did they have to add the so useless taste of citrus which I despise? Have they no respect for people with cracked skulls?
The beer was not bad, but it just did not strike me as particularly enjoyable; personal preference. And that’s when I realized I would need to live: personal preference. Life was all about personal preference, and I’d be lying if I told you right then I realized I would start up my own mattress company providing people with all the choices they could handle for where they could sleep. So soft, so many, so I stood up and walked across the water out of the cave in into the ocean. My name is Scott Purchase and I recommend this biere.
JanLaursen (2519) - Copenhagen, DENMARK - DEC 10, 2013
3.7 AROMA 8/10 APPEARANCE 3/5 TASTE 8/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 15/20
Fra flaske, 33 cl. Helt klar ravfarvet med en kortlevende off-white skumtop. Dufter lækker og forførende af gammel læder, let brændt karamel, polynesisk vanilje og udpint skihytte. Masser af lette harpiks-og sødlige vaniljenoter fra fadet. Slutter tørt, med en fin bitterhed. Meget let karboneret. Medium krop, men på en gang ret kompleks og overraskende let at drikke. Har i årevis forsøgt at undgå denne øl pga den grimme flaske, men det er en positiv overraskelse at drikke dette øl.
beeebon (24) - Cornwall, ENGLAND - DEC 10, 2013
3.7 AROMA 7/10 APPEARANCE 4/5 TASTE 7/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 16/20
This is a beer that has a nice golden colour which smells a bit oaky with notes of vanilla, mild whisky (but not peaty) and citrust. It tastes very much like it states on the bottle so initially slightly citrusy and malted hoppy taste which subsides to allow the slightly oaky whisky taste to come through before you get a nice toffee taste. This adds a sweetness that isn’t overly cloying or intense. Mouth feel is pretty standard for a bottled ale with moderate carbonation. All in all a very nice beer.
Grzesiek79 (2755) - Radom, POLAND - DEC 10, 2013
4.3 AROMA 9/10 APPEARANCE 3/5 TASTE 9/10 PALATE 5/5 OVERALL 17/20
Dobre i smaczne lekko dymne i torfowe, pewnie te aromaty sa za sprawa maturacji przez 77 dni w debowych beczkach po whisku. W smaku whisky slodowa wyraznie odczuwalna, kolorem takze przypominalo whisky. Z niewielka piana, troche mnie dziwilo zalecana dosc niska temperatura podania tego piwa. Tresciwe i rozgrzewajace piwo mimo niewielkiego procentu i udzialu alkoholu w tym szkockim piwie.
Headbanger (2748) - Aurora, Illinois, USA - DEC 7, 2013
3.2 AROMA 6/10 APPEARANCE 3/5 TASTE 6/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 14/20
11.2oz bottle 12/7/13 (Binny’s Naperville-Part of Gift Set)-40° in Glass included in Gift Set-Pours a clear golden brown with a small white head. Aroma of oak, malt, and vanilla. Taste of the same with more oak, vanilla, and whisky. This medium bodied brew is well balanced with a lot of things going on. Nice job,.
Hallstein (83) - Skogn, NORWAY - NOV 29, 2013
2.7 AROMA 4/10 APPEARANCE 3/5 TASTE 5/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 12/20
Aromas of hay, malt and some grass on a slightly vanilla-ish background. Not much head retention. On the palate i get an O.K. carbonation with a light body and some flavors that remind me of a cheap lager. Malty, slightly bitter, but with an oaky finish that reminds me of whisky in some ways. It’s kinda mellow, but i definately pick up some butterscotch/vanilla-flavors that comes from the oak maturation. Not too interesting, but not too bad either. Would not buy again tho.
Nische (453) - Saltsjö-Boo, SWEDEN - NOV 26, 2013
3.4 AROMA 7/10 APPEARANCE 4/5 TASTE 7/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 13/20
Pours a clear golden orange color with a small fluff of off white head. Aroma of slight smoke, oak, caramel, and vanilla. Taste of light citrus, followed by a wood/whiskey flavor, with hints of vanilla.