Stone Smoked Porter

Brewed by Stone Brewing Co.
Style: Porter
Escondido, California USA

I love to cook with this. Poured black with a tan head. Aroma of chocolate. Some meat flavor with a hint of chocolate. Good for chili.

Solid porter with good amounts of smooth roasted malt flavor. not enough smoky flavor in my opinion, but great porter regardless.

Nice layed back brew by Stone, subtile smokeyness and nicely light roasted flavours and caramell. Not very inventive or original but really drinkable and well balanced.

Bottle. The Rover. Gothenburg. Dark brown colour with a light brown head. Lightly smoky, malty, coffee, chocolate, dark bread, smoked ham. Very subtle for a Stone beer.

pours black with small tan head. aroma is really rich smokey malts and coffee pushing through. thinner then i expected, but drinks nice and full. subtle hops, smoked coffee, and a little chocolate round out this great smoked porter. finishes clean with short lasting after taste.

Pours a non-opaque black with two-finger tan head that dissipates fairly quickly. Nice lacing. Aroma of smokey coffee, some hops. Light body, with medium low carbonation. Taste is slightly smokey, maybe a little chocolate? Lacking complexity. Not as full bodied as I expected, a little disappointed. Good thing I only paid $4.50 for a bomber.

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Deep black with large tan head. Aroma was smoke,spice,roast and malt. Flavor as all of that and dark chocolate. Rich, smooth and complex.