Time for another defining moment for COMDB. “Classic” is defined as “being judged over a period of time to be of the highest quality and outstanding of its kind”. We have featured a number of classics in our reviews. A bootleg album with a misspelled “Starway to Heaven” raised the hackles of our Editor. From Pirsig’s “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance” we learned that the only Zen you find at the top of the mountain is the Zen you bring with you. Homer thrilled us with heroics galore in The Odyssey and we saw the Jolly Roger flying high over Stevenson’s Treasure Island.
Swift seems to have grasped the whole concept of beer reviewing in Gulliver’s Travels when he says “Undoubtedly, the philosophers are in the right when they tell us that nothing is great or little otherwise than by comparison”. And so we sample many, many, many beers and compare them. From the dastardly dreaded dregs to the super star super suds, we quaff them all then rate them. Philosophize that!
And with that diatribe overdone but finally done,* it’s time to review this self-proclaimed classic, Burdock’s Classic. A lagered ale of what we are led to believe is premium in nature. Even the can looks classy.
A semi-clear muted golden pour. It was much lighter in real life than in its brew pic. Headless but is it peerless? An aroma of malt and grains, nothing distinctive. First taste is a malt flat dry with bitters and some unexpected floral or spice or both. My first impression was a complex ale with lager, ale, and wheat features. Everything became clearer, even the pour, as the floral faded, the spices exited, and the grains mellowed, leaving a nice easy drinking malt crisp chill ale. Refreshing, some would even say a classic.
*Editor’s Comment: RA’s favourite review of late is your Blank Slate which has approximately 305 fewer words than this review.
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