#Double Stout

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

FILE UNDER: HOLIDAY BEER, GINGERBREAD SPICES, HOLIDAY CHEER, IMPERIAL STOUT, BAKED GOODS, CHRISTMAS BEER, ETC...

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on Samuel Adams Merry Maker Gingerbread Stout -- Ale brewed with spices – cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, and ginger. 9.0% ABV. 📸: Kyle Vick (via Fine Art America).

"Warmingly reminiscent of colder fall days and pumpkin delectables, Samuel Adams' Merry Maker Gingerbread Stout will indeed make one "merry" at 9% alcohol! Aromas of spices: cinnamon, nutmeg, clove, and ginger all come through, spicy and singing of rich holiday baked goods."

-- FINE ART AMERICA (Kyle Vick)

Sources: https://fineartamerica.com/featured/sam-adams-merry-maker-gingerbread-stout-kyle-vick.html, various, etc...

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

[fullcravings]

Double Chocolate Irish Stout Soda Bread

[dontcryminecraft]

rewatcing the life series and im justttttttt unwell cause in double life grian found out he was soulmates with scar and followed him all day in exasperation and waited for scar to notice but scar never did. until grian dropped a stalagmite on him, showing that they both got hurt. Then Grian asked BigB to be his secret soulmate, who agreed. And Scar noticed, despite his seemingly oblivious and carefree nature, he noticed that. Scar even baked BigB cookies, and said they were for Grian's secret soulmate. And Grian denied it. And Scar left it alone. And then Grian and Scar trapped the box, where BigB and his real soulmate, Rendog, lived. And Grian had one of his most impressive kills in the entire series...killing Rendog, which in turn killed BigB. All done with a Stalagmite. The same thing Grian used to find his soulmate, he incidentally used to kill his secret soulmate. I'm...so unwell.

[thedaily-beer]

Founder's KBS Double Baked Imperial Stout (Picked up at Total Wine). A 4 of 4. Pretty similar to the original KBS with a bit more roast and tannic notes that drop the sweetness a bit. The original KBS is already very well-balanced and this unbalances it slightly, but if one prefers slightly more bitter / oaky big stouts, this is probably preferable. Really quite excellent.

[horax]

on tap (16.2.2024)

(Nachgeholter Post)

Ohne Kommentar.

Vermutete Schleife: 2 Hazy Heidi, IPA, Double IPA, Stout

(28.10.2024)

[merlgeim]

[yourcatalyticconverter]

Tonight I drink beer as dark as my heart.

[thenocturnalblossom]

[brandonsdrunkagain]

Brew Punks!! Marshmallow Nightmares, marshmallow variant of Field Of Nightmares from Rally Cap Brewing, DDH Ghost in the Machine from Parish Brewing, Sendy IPA from Outer Range Brewing, Coffey and Pancakes Imperial Stout with Blueberries, Maple Syrup and Coffee from Rally Cap Brewing, Punk Roc from Corker, Tidus, The Morons and TMason and the Bricklayers in the brewery, Zombie Prom Kolsch and not so little Nigel.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

blade gunnblade !!!!!!!!

via eliza simpson:

There are no words for this true warrior. They kill me. MMM: went in for a post show hug. Me:"ow!" Asia: "oh sorry, that's my bullet necklace." 😳........ 😍

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"BUT IT'S THE INTENSITY AND SPICES OF CINNAMON, CLOVE, NUTMEG, & GINGER THAT ADD A WICKED KICK FOR A JOLLY PLAYFUL BREW..."

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on promotional images for Samuel Adams' "Merry Maker" Gingerbread Stout, part of their Small Batch Collection, brewed with cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg, and ginger as well as East Kent Goldings & Fuggles hops. 9.0% ABV, 25 IBU.

"This rich dark gingerbread stout entices with the aromas of the holidays, hinting at the merriment and spices within. The flavor of gingerbread comes alive beginning with the smooth sweetness and heartiness of dark roasted malts and a touch of wheat. But it’s the intensity and spices of cinnamon, clove, nutmeg, & ginger that add a wicked kick for a jolly playful brew full of merry mischief."

-- SAMUEL ADAMS (Boston Beer Company, USA)

Sources: https://fineartamerica.com/featured/sam-adams-merry-maker-gingerbread-stout-kyle-vick.html, A Potable Pastime, The Full Pint, Another Pint Please, various, etc...

[inbabylontheywept]

i did wrestling in middle school. on one hand, i was actually quite good at it, which was nice. being good at any sport was a new achievement for me. on the other hand, i was bi, and i was trying very hard not to notice that i was bi, and getting folded into knots by very kind, very muscular dorks made that task somewhat difficult.

adding fire to the problem was that my parents and my grandparents wanted to watch my matches, because they were very proud that their Gangly Nerd Son was actually Sporting, and they wanted to cheer me on. which would've been sweet and all, but if there are four people you do not want there during a key part of your Burgeoning Sexual Awakening, it is your mom and your dad and your grandma and your grandpa.

right? i mean, imagine some guy's got your head in his armpit, and you're going you know, old sweat smells bad, but fresh sweat has a sort of and then you make eye contact with your grandpa in the stands and you remember you're swearing spandex so if you pop a boner people aren't just going to be able to see the outline, they're going to be able to count the veins, and the only way you will be able to restore your family's honor after that would be by moving to siberia and renouncing joy, forever. that, or lift your entire body up by your kneck then twist 180 degrees without paralyzing yourself.

it’s a lot of pressure, is what i’m saying.

still it did motivate me to win my matches really fast. because i was so tall and skinny, i was stupidly good at the double leg takedown, and then once someone was knocked down, i'd just do the half nelson and kind of flip em over for the pin. then the ref would count to three and i’d win. EZPZ.

i had one match where that went great. won in the first ten seconds, sat back down, and prepared myself for a good hour or two of doing fuck all. didn't even feel bad the parents/grandparents were gonna be bored. the matches went up from me in 5 pound increments (i was in the 115 lbs division) and it was going great until we got to the 145 lbs division. the other school's wrestler stepped onto the mat, and she turned out to be a girl so our guy flipped, because for straight guys, wrestling a girl is not a pleasant experience.

i'm not entirely unsympathetic. my experience wrestling dudes was definitely a little traumatic. but also, i dealt. guy could've dealt too. instead, he refused to wrestle, and the coach went - fine. not even worth fighting over.

so he went to the 140 pounder, and that guy said, nosir, my mom said mormons can't wrestle girls. next guy down, 135 pounder, now he knew he could pull the same card and thus did. 130 pounder, 125, both tapped out. he got to the 120 guy, and that guy was catholic, but he said he was considering being mormon, and thus would have to pass. as a precaution.

coach blew up a little at that. he said "is there anyone - anyone - on this entire goddamn team that is willing to wrestle a girl?" and then he pointed at me and said "YOU. MAT. GO."

and i'll be real, if i'd been paying more attention, i'd have pulled the mormon card too, but i'd just been putting all that audio into a buffer file because i was reading, so i was halfway across the mat before i even processed what had been said and by then it was too late to turn back.

still i had a plan. and my plan - my beautiful, perfect plan - was to do what i'd always done. tackle, flip, pin, win. sit down. read. bore my family to death. move on.

i got the first part right. she was bigger than me, but she wasn't taller. just an incredibly stout woman. god built me like a snake with glasses, just as he built her like a combat cube. the problem was the half nelson. soon as she was down, i tried hooking my arm under hers from behind and for both genders, the defense for this move is just clamping your arms really fucking tight against your sides. if you're a guy, that's whatever, but if you're a girl - especially if you're god's chosen combat cube - that pins your opponents hand right against your boob.

so, i got the hook in, she clamped, my whole arm pressed against something soft, my coach was yelling THE HALF NELSON. BABYLON! JUST FINISH IT! FINISH THE HALF NELSON! and i was just trying to press hard enough to finish, when then my brain went

...oh.

and i flipped out. of course i flipped out. i like girls, and touching a boob is an elemental experience, and i was not ready. i was not prepared. i had not committed the sacred rites. i recoiled like i'd just brushed my arm against the surface of the sun, stood up, and backed away. nobody in the room knew why i'd given up. all they saw was me, right about to win, suddenly flailing around and scrambling. so everyone started screaming at me to just get the half nelson again, and i couldn't really yell back there's a fuckin' boob in the way and it was very distressing, and the only way i could think of to make them stop was just doing it over again the right way.

so i did.

i hunkered down and prepared myself for Wrasslin' Attempt #2: The Sequel.

i knocked her down again, EZPZ. i went for the half nelson again, but she knew what i was about to do so she super clamped, and i knew she was gonna super clamp, so i wound my arm back like a pop-eye cartoon punch before swinging my arm through the gap between her bicep and her side, but the amount of time i spent winding back super signalled what i was about to to do, which gave her time to clamp even harder, which somehow redirected the entire force of the popeye punch to the bottom of her bra.

it spat out a single boob the same way an action hero might spit out one single tooth after getting a solid crack across the jaw. as if to say:

*ptooie.* "that all you got?"

i did not actually see this. my experience was that first there was an arm, then there was a bit of boob, but i was braced, i was ready, forward at all costs, tatakae motherfuckers, and then the boob went away, and i didn't know where it went but my team, and the audience, and everyone who was in front of me, they all gasped like i just kicked them in the stomach. except for my coach. he was behind me, and thus one of the four people in the room who did not see the boob. now my mom, my dad, my grandma, and my grandpa, they all got flashed but nooooooo, coach thunderbutt was behind me, and he didn't see shit so he was still yelling NOOOOOO BABYLON WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST FINISH THE NELSON! GO FOR THE KILL! BABYLON! BABYLON!

but i did not go for the kill. i stood up and she stuffed her boob back real fast, and we just kind of circled each other awkwardly until time ran out and i won on points. that's not technically allowed, but the ref had some mercy on me.

my coach did not.

i barely had time to sit down before he strode over to the bench to chew me out.

"babylon," he said, in that very calm way people get when they're too pissed to yell. "why didn't you pin?"

and i didn't know how to say well coach, i tried, but there was a boob, and it kept getting in the way, and my mom was watching, and so was my dad, and so was his dad, and his mom, and god (like bible god) and that's a can of worms because i'm pretty sure he was already mad at me, and i'm wearing spandex, and i think i might have to move to siberia, so instead i said

"i uh. i forgot how to do the half nelson."

which is actually impossible. forgetting how to do the half nelson is like forgetting how to swallow your spit.

and he looked at me, like i was the dumbest person in the entire world, and i looked through him like i'd just survived my 250th day in a trench at verdun, and he said: fine.

fine.

but we're all going to practice it for an hour tomorrow because you forgot.

and then he left.

and my buddies had the gall to be salty about it. i got so many comments saying "dude, why didn't you just tell him the truth?" and i said "you can if you care so damn much. you could've wrestled the girl too. maybe someone else should do the hard thing today."

but they didn't. so the next day, we did an hour of half nelson drills, and i spent a decent amount of time getting thrown around the mat, and it was pleasant in exactly the way that i hated and the year after that, to the surprise of everyone but myself, i quit wrestling and joined the trivia team.

and if you want more reasons to love my mom, my grandpa joked after the match that i might have to talk to my bishop about it, and my mom told him he would be allowed to make jokes after he stood in front of a crowd of 110 people in spandex underpants while wrestling a woman that was not his wife.

he paused for almost five seconds after that. then he said: aw. hell. sorry babylon.

and i'd have preferred my apology from god, but getting it from him was pretty good too.

[thebreweryblazer]

Double Nickel Brewing Company, Pennsauken Township, New Jersey - Camden County

[brewscoop]

Calling all stout lovers. Dive into our latest review of Private Press Double Barrel Artifacts Of Sound on Brew Scoop. Discover the rich blend of chocolate, walnuts, and oak that makes this stout a must-try. Curious about the mouthfeel and aroma? You'll love what we've uncovered. Check out the full details and get ready to be amazed by this exceptional brew.

[thedaily-beer]

Modern Times Decahex: Double Coconut Bourbon Barrel Aged Imperial Stout (Picked up at the brewery itself in Point Loma, RIP). A 4 of 4. Having had the 10th Anniversary version of this and really enjoyed it, this is just that big, oily, boozy imperial stout with quite a bit of coconut to it, which is a nice addition and plays well. Really rounds it out a bit and makes it more dessert-y, not that it wasn't before. The bourbon barrel really helps cut some of the sweetness, too, and this is surprisingly balanced for its size.