2mu2ku (20) - - NOV 27, 2012
3.9 AROMA 8/10 APPEARANCE 3/5 TASTE 8/10 PALATE 4/5 OVERALL 16/20
On par with Ayenger Celebrator... Good but not great. That said itís in my top 10 of winter beers.
T - good ale flavor with subtle winter spices and molasses flavor.
P - thin for my preferences, but better than most ales.
A - medium amber appearance with little head.
ScottPurchase (16) - Ontario, CANADA - DEC 20, 2013
3.8 AROMA 7/10 APPEARANCE 4/5 TASTE 8/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 16/20
I walked briskly on the sidewalk as the night became its darkest and coldest it would be until the sun began to crest hours later. While the dark air breezed strongly on the side of my face, I could see my breath now as I huffed, and I dialed my assistant Michael, who I had not kept in touch with but now more than ever I needed to hear a familiar voice. I spoke straight into my phone and explained my situation to Michael; how I had killed my boss at the Mattress Mart, had witnessed an admin die in front of me, and of course, the entire lead-up to this, my 17 month imprisonment in a sex dungeon. I became frustrated as he tried to rationalize the situation, and I cut him off, "this is just where my life is right now. Itís like nobody cares about me, Iím unloved, and Iím physically unable to do anything about it". I paused as Michael persisted and interjected, while I rolled my eyes waving my hand as if the gesture would speed up the conclusion of his retort. There was silence for a moment, and then I heard fapping on the other end so I hung up.
I continued walking, my hands resting warmly in my jacket pockets, with a scowl on my face, as the street lights began to produce increasingly necessary illumination. My gaze drifted to the basement window of a large red bricked building. I noticed a sign "urgent detox center". The window was bright and emitted harsh artificial light onto the sparsely green grass on the small front lawn, covered with concentrated areas of cigarettes. The bright window is what attracted my gaze, but the movement inside is what demanded my fixated attention.
Inside, a middle aged man was walking quickly with a syringe in his hand while it pointed to the ceiling, his hands covered in blue neoprene gloves. The man had short greying hair, which was more sparse but darker on the top of his head. His silver rimmed glasses somehow confirmed his appearance as a tired, drained man, who took cigarette breaks not out of craving for nicotine, but for a prescribed exit from the turmoil in that old, metallic room in which he worked at varying hours of the day.
The doctorís current patient was in much discomfort, writhing, quietly sobbing on a paper covered hospital bed. He administered 50mg of methadone, disposed of the needle and walked away, without saying a word or glancing anywhere near her bright blue eyes. Bedside manner no longer made sense to him, as his patients would never remember him anyways; he found this out after his first week of work, a mere 9 years ago.
It was time for him to have a cigarette. He walked towards the elevator, and pressed the lone button with an upwards arrow and waited. The elevator opened, and he saw his head nurse, Edmund Emonds, who had been paged to the main floor a few minutes earlier. Edmund did a cartwheel to greet the doctor, and then stated in a pressing voice, "Dr.Stevenson, weíre going to have our hands full tonight". Dr.Stevenson did not reply, simply looked at Edmun dryly. The elevator doors closed as Edmund stepped out they both there, still in the basement not able to communicate what was to happen next. There were faint sounds of crashing echoing from the stairwell next to them, coming from upstairs. The noise became louder and a womanís frantic shrieks became clear as two of the night interns supported her as she walked down the stairs.
Dr.Stevenson nodded at his nurse who then walked briskly to ensure a room was prepped for the anxious woman. Dr.Stevenson approached the woman, while holding up four fingers to signal to the interns to guide her to room number four. As they walked, he walked beside her slightly and presented her with standard questions, which drug, past detox history, allergies, next of kin. The woman was placed in the room, the door was closed, and the tired doctor stood looking at her, shaking his head. He muttered, "disgraceful woman, disgrace".
He turned to walk to the pharmaceutical stores and came face to face with Edmund, who had a look of appallment on his face. Dr.Stevenson did not care much for what his young nurse thought, "no methadone for her, she needs to learn this the hard way" and he walked away. He walked to his office and sat down, began to write his report while he still cared to. He heard his name called by the head nurse over the intercom, and he sighed, pausing before standing up out of his leather chair.
Walking back to room four, he immediately noticed a red streak on the window, and the woman inside was throwing objects at the wall. "I need it! I need it!" She screamed, while stabbing herself in the arm with a thick metal needle causing multiple sprouts of blood to come out of her thin pale arm. The interns and nurse stood outside the door horrified, the Dr.Stevenson was wide eyed and shrieked, "get in there, contain her".
He knew as he said it that asking them to enter the room was not really reasonable, and did not blame the intern who instead pressed the panic line to dispatch the police and paramedics to their address. The woman inside seemed to calm down, likely becoming weak from losing a fair amount of blood and Dr.Stevenson decided to open the door. As he did this, she screamed again loudly and stabbed the long needle into her neck, shrieking loudly. He did not react emotionally, but quickly closed the door, turned, and walked directly to the staircase past his distraught staff who were red in the face. He felt numb and only wanted to light a cigarette.
The doctor walked to the front entrance while pulling out his phone and dialing his home number to hear his wike pick up, lighting his cigarette before he was outside. Not waiting for a proper greeting, he stated, "Iím done, this place has seen the last of me. All I deal with are hopeless people and I canít stand it". They spoke about the potential decision with long pauses in between their points, making blatant remarks about how they would be financially if he were to leave his job. By the time he was done his cigarette, he had said what he needed to say, and what he needed to say to his wife.
Hanging up, he around at the quiet street; so peaceful and innocent to him compared to what waited inside the doors. There was a man standing there, his hands in his pockets, with a look of disbelief on his face. However, a small figure caught his eye across the street just within the illumination of the yellow street light: a girl of approximately four years old in a dark brown jacket. It must have been 2am, why was she here?
Dr.Stevenson walked towards her with a curious frown on his face, "where are your parents?" He asked. The girl looked at him for a moment with wonder, and then pointed forcefully, seemingly pulling her whole body as she motioned towards his building. He looked back down at her, her face young but suddenly so familiar as the daughter of the women now with a faint pulse in hysteria in the room four of basement in the red brick building beside them.
With no kids of his own, he did what he assumed would make the girl feel comfortable, and took her by her hand covered in faded purple wool mittens and crossed the street back to the building. At the top of the grey concrete steps and nearly at the large wooden doors he suddenly let go of her and walked a step away turning his back on the girl who stood waiting for him to open the door.
And there I stood, as the ambulance pulled up and the sirens sounded I only stood to stare at the good Doctor, his face contorted, beginning to shake with his uncontrollable sobs, his mouth open. He bellowed a long cry, while the girl stood behind him looking down at her feet. I walked away, my hands coming out of my pocket, taking what seemed like my first breath in the last 10 minutes since I had stopped to watch this scene unfold. I called Michael back, and when he picked up, I felt my world begin to move again.
Michael was kind enough to have me over to his place, and poured me a Samuel Smith Winter Ale while he turned the heat up and I layed on the couch and thought about the long cry of the doctor. I took the glass, the beer poured with moderate head, a nice clear orange amber colour. It was beautiful, so beautiful, the smell was so frustrating because it was f*cking unique but my skill in naming its components failed. I want to say aloe vera but that would so shake up the rate beer community vocabulary that I am too afraid to do so. But I do anyways. Whatever it is it is fresh and pleasant. Surprising for a winter ale. What is a winter ale? Iím not quite sure, but I will act intelligent enough and say it is notably hoppy, with well balanced flavours, and is truly one of my favourite so far. My name is Scott Purchase and I recommend this biere.
BiddleBrau (830) - Fort Washington, Pennsylvania, USA - DEC 20, 2013
3.3 AROMA 7/10 APPEARANCE 3/5 TASTE 6/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 14/20
2013 bottle. Been many years since my last. Light amber with thin white head. Sweet caramel malt nose. Flavor is sweet that transitions to hop bitterness. Creamy notes with some fruit as well. Not ?standard? for seasonal but in line with what Sammy Smith has put out.
rdixon77 (373) - Georgia, USA - DEC 18, 2013
2.6 AROMA 5/10 APPEARANCE 3/5 TASTE 5/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 10/20
Clear red brown. Pilsner grain aroma with some honey and spices. Taste brings more malt and some toffee sugar. This one was a bit skunky and metallic. Creamy mouthfeel. Could leave this one.
DavidWoodruff (385) - Windsor, California, USA - DEC 15, 2013
3.4 AROMA 7/10 APPEARANCE 5/5 TASTE 6/10 PALATE 4/5 OVERALL 12/20
Golden brown with a frothy Jersey cream head. Nutty, malty, baked bread aroma. Flavor of toasted nuts with a solid hop bitterness. Too bad this is not part of their everyday line up.
tcuhaimes (8) - fort worth, Texas, USA - DEC 15, 2013 does not count
3.1 AROMA 3/10 APPEARANCE 4/5 TASTE 7/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 14/20
Aroma is light brown with an off white head. Taste of heavy malt with a nutty finish. Lingering taste afterwards pleasant though. Pretty good and I would have one again for sure
Scubatrip (592) - Annandale, Virginia, USA - DEC 14, 2013
2.3 AROMA 4/10 APPEARANCE 3/5 TASTE 4/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 9/20
From the bottle, pours a mostly clear reddish amber with very little head. Smells wintery, a few spices on top of an average pilsner aroma. Taste is lacking. Thin, weak, a pilsner with winter spices. Not a great offering.
uhclem (332) - Loveland, Colorado, USA - DEC 13, 2013
3.4 AROMA 6/10 APPEARANCE 5/5 TASTE 6/10 PALATE 4/5 OVERALL 13/20
On tap @ Old Chicago mini tour. Better than most of Samuel Smithís offerings. It has a heartiness that will help keep the chill away but is a bit heavy on the malt.
mR_fr0g (1422) - Hertfordshire, ENGLAND - DEC 12, 2013
3.1 AROMA 6/10 APPEARANCE 4/5 TASTE 6/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 12/20
Bottle share at Unwin tasting Kernel from Whole foods. Clear dark golden pour. Aroma is pale sweet malt, honey and caramel. Light oxidised. Flavour is earthy twigs, dull malt. Spicey finish. some cardboard. Medium palate. Not very winter or er welcome.
undercurrent25 (1188) - Barnton, Cheshire, ENGLAND - DEC 11, 2013
2.7 AROMA 4/10 APPEARANCE 3/5 TASTE 5/10 PALATE 3/5 OVERALL 12/20
Pours a brown colour and is bitter like in taste, malty palate and strong tasting. A little dissapointing however
beerbaaron (701) - Wisconsin, USA - DEC 7, 2013
3.7 AROMA 7/10 APPEARANCE 3/5 TASTE 7/10 PALATE 4/5 OVERALL 16/20
Pours clear, coppery light amber. Large frothy, sticky white head, some lasting. Aroma is light fruity, moderate malty, bready, caramel, moderate earthy hops. Flavor matches. Medium body. Bready, malty, Dry, nutty finish. Nice sweet, bitter, dryness balance. An easy drinking beer. Not too complex or super exciting but enjoyable.