When the Irish came up with the expression “Saints preserve us” I don’t think they were thinking of being preserved in a St. Bernardus 10% alcohol solution, then again it was the Irish.
Despite the sky high ABV a Christmas Eve ale with the name Christmas Ale seemed like an appropriate wrap and tap as I wrestled with tape, scissors, ribbons and bows and uncooperating rolls of sparkly paper. When it comes to Christmas presents, I’m no Eminem, that’s for sure. But once the wrap session was a wrap, my Christmas eve reprieve was a high and mighty Belgium Christmas Ale from the aforementioned Saint.*
Frosty the foam man, had a very hearty head. No shortage of froth to blow off this Belgian bombshell. A dark rich pour, too heady and not quite ready. A short period of contemplation and meditation was followed by consternation until the tide subsided. It was sweet fruity and creamy malt on the nose. The taste was fizzy and dark fruity with a slight overbite on the finish. Some afterburners as well. It was quite consistent from start to finish. Small sips recommended, even a midlin’ swig could inflict some emotional damage.
Most run of the Mill Street beer drinkers aren’t really going to like this one. It’s an acquired taste that most of us don’t have the time, means or inclination to acquire. A special beer for once a year, or maybe less.
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