Dark Horse Coffee Dopplebock

Dark Horse Coffee Dopplebock
Dark Horse Brewery
Marshall, Michigan


I don't know what the hell happened to my blog layout but I apparently lost all of my links to consumed beers, fellow bloggers and whatever else I used to have up. Nevermind that since I'm on hiatus anyway. The point is that the man behind Hedonist Beer Jive, Sir Jay Drinkerton, offered me a trade of spirits and since he's both a legend and an angry beermeister I figured that I better comply with his requests. This is one of the brilliant Dark Horse Brewery selections that I sent him. I must say that this one really surprised me. Mainly because I've forgotten what a dopplebock is but secondly due to the outrageousness of this beer! I mean that in a very favorable light. It is literally a sour malt euphoria that languidly slips into a coffee coma. How the hell is this thing possible? It reminds me a bit of Bell's Cherry Stout to be honest. But how truthful can a guy sucking on a beer while typing into a blog be? You'll have to find out for yourself ye compatriots of fermentation. Luckily I saved one Tres Blueberrt Stout for myself from the same brewer and will attempt a Black and Blue amalgamation of the aforementioned beers in the vein of a Black and Tan. Yes, I'm quite mad these days.

- Wörtwurst

Buffalo Bill's Blueberry Oatmeal Stout

Buffalo Bill's Blueberry Oatmeal Stout
Buffalo Bill's Brewery
Hayward, California


I bought myself a craft beer six pack for Christmas and have neglected it like a New Year's resolution since then, down there in the bottom drawer. The reason why is a bit more confounding than the reason why not. I guess I get caught all up in the picture taking aspect of drinking the thing and it makes me lose my mood. As apparently I've lost my mind with this rambling foderol. So, if you're expecting Tres Blueberry Stout by Dark Horse Brewery then you're going to be a bit disappointed out there behind the garage standing in a snow drift trying to quaff your secret stash down the piehole. But if you're favorable to that 20 year ago childhood pal Waffalo Bill, of the cereal fame, then you just might like this beer specimen. There are a few thumbtacks worth of spiteful hops in this svelte schwartzy stout but it's really just a passable ale flavored lighter or embalming fluid. Fruity isopropyl, I tell ye, mixed with sandpaper berries in the butt-end. Yes, the tail of this beast is worse than the teeth and if you don't mind a little harshness with your pie filling then this is the proper after-dinner treat for you non-Michiganders who cannot get the good stuff.

- Wörtwurst