Mennyt aika huonoksi.

Today's last dance is slow and classical. It refuses to follow trends since it knows its position as a steadfast pillar of the brewing universe. The beer serves its purpose fully in the late evening when the mind has relaxed in the meditative heat of the sauna and left the drizzly and at times stormy weather somewhere behind the closed doors. The bottle is big: 1 pt. 6 fl.oz. which equals to 0.65 liters. The ABV is 10.1 %. Those two variables warn me: "Don't rush, rookie". I take the word for granted. The beer pours lucid, deep chestnut brown. The timid carbonation releases an off-white, silky head that climbs up to half a finger. The foamy lid melts soon to a pretty lace ring wafting on top for long. The shrinking head leaves the glass intact. The nose receives surprisingly soft fruity whisky and soaked oak barrel in which the whisky has left its undisguised aromas. I can also detect fermented raisin, a modest injection of black cherry and a pinch of natural vanilla pod. The scent is quite appealing and invites me to sniff the beer over and over again. On the other hand, the fragrance is not particularly hefty, neither does it provide many layers although a few it surely does. The taste receptors enjoy the massive gustatory punch that shakes my head: whisky is colossal, oaky but still nicely mellow. Alcohol doesn't even try to hide but behaves audaciously like a teenager with limited self-control. Not too surprisingly, there's also a fruity side of the beer that portrays heavily fermented raisin, a bit of blackberry, distant prune and toasted chestnut that leaves a slightly bitter roasted sensation on the tongue. Veiled vanilla lingers seductively on the taste receptors. Multiple layers can be observed although the overwhelming whisky makes all efforts to dominate and oppress the other nuances. The body is medium-full to full. The boozy whisky confuses the assessment seriously. The beer finishes with somewhat more coarse whisky barrel, strong rye malt, a less prominent note of raisin and a gentle touch of graham crackers. The depth of the gustatory provision reduces as expected but escapes from being entirely one-sided either. The aftertaste bungs the tastebuds into a whisky barrel for a long time. The mouthfeel is intense, rather strong, alcoholic and absolutely barrel aged. It's also relatively soft, full, reasonably deep and multilayered. The mouthfeel is lip-glueing but not sticky. Complexity is adequate, yet not mindblowing. A slow sipper indeed. The rest of the bottle is just for further relaxing. Over and out.