The beer shelf in my cellar is getting empty and is in danger of being filled up with ski wax and guinea pig food. Sure, there are a few lagers from the Balkans and other odds and ends, but I am getting low on serious beers.
The Rogue Double Dead Guy Ale is the last of the bottles I dragged home from New York. It is bought at New Beer Distributors or Whole Foods, I think – or it could be from the deli at the corner.
Anyway. Fine carbonation, fine head. Rather malty and sweet aroma. Some hint of forest and wild mushrooms. A little balsamico, perhaps. Nothng strikes out, so let’s hope there is more when I sip.
Sweet malt, but with a fresh resin backbone. Sweetness and oaky dryness play with each other, challenging rather than going for low key harmony. The oakiness is similar to tannin-rich red wines. At the same time you have old fashioned boiled sweets. The finish is the same, the sweet cereals and malt is almost like a bowl of breakfast whole grain flakes, but then the dry wood demands attention and sort of distort the idyllic sweetness.
Free range coastal waters, the label says, but it is not very salty.
Oaky was not the ultimate word for the feeling on the tongue. Their web site says tea, and the pieces click into place. It is the beer equivalent of an English breakfast, including both the strong black tea and the cornflakes. No black pudding, though, this is the more Southern variety.
A lovely beer. I’d buy it regularly if it was available. As you see, it goes well with the furniture, too. Every home should have one!
And maybe, just maybe, there is hope. Rogue is planning to get into the Norwegian market. We will see. Maybe it’s not the last American, but one of the first.