Onpas tummaa, vaikka etiketti lupailee olevan alea.

Luumuisen vivahteikas, maltainen, kuivattu aprikoosi... kivan juotava, tasapainoinen. Makeutta on, muttei liikaa. Nostalgiapisteitä Montecassinosta (olut ostettu panimoluostarista). Pitkä jälkimaku. Hämmästyttävää, ettei prosentteja ole enempää. Luostariolut!

This monastry beer will act as nightcap. This is sold at the Santuario Santa Maria dell'Isola Tropea, together with its Blonde sister, but is actually brewed elsewhere, in Cassino, Province of Frosinone, somewhere between Naples and Rome. The beer displays muddy, dark raisin-brown color. Serene carbonation incarnates on top of the surface but doesn't reach divine measures, solely 2.5 fingers. Retention is a promise from above and blesses a secular creamy lace ring on the top. The scent starts with something Biblical: fig. It's a miracle. Further behind the head preacher, apostles of raisin, oversweet malt, sweet caramel, brown sugar and a drop of syrup set alight their own unique candles. Beautiful harmonious choir. The angel of taste emerges with rather sweet malt, dried plum, raisin, caramel that is not as sweet anymore, and a bit of brown sugar. Licorice is a novel creature on these pages. Fig has disappeared in the vaults of the chapel and expects a suggestion of date to grant absolution to the gustatory congregation. I can already feel someone showing me a direction. I mean THE direction. The body is medium. It's not even important because soul supersedes body anyway. The end is inevitable. Nevertheless, with serious penance and repeated prayers, the finish is sweeter than Dante's inferno. Much sweeter. It leaves a few unpenitent poor souls hovering between death and eternal life as the main group of pilgrims finally reach the gates of heaven. The sensation that one can enjoy is sappy, smooth, velvety and rather mellow. It's also a bit heavy, medium-deep, moderately lip-glueing and shows a bit of elegance. Commendable. Amen. ✝️