Long Dark Voyage to Uranus! The Department of Morality said “That’s disgusting. Who would drink something with a name like that.” Although most likely a rhetorical question the answer is, I would. I’m not sure if she is offended by Russian Imperial Stouts or space travel but we have experienced both in our tastings with mixed results. We got lost in space with Castronaut (not a Cuban space program) and Goodbye Gravity was a foam fiasco. When it comes to imperial stouts, we experienced Mortal Sin and it was, but Hades was a helluva good one. At least they didn’t pull a Jules Verne and call it “Long Dark Journey to the Centre of Uranus”.
The COMDB Guide to Beer Tasting explains it right upfront in Step 1 :Chose Your Beer, we select our beers to sample based on a funny name. And we couldn’t resist a beer with a name that sounds like a “B” porn movie. Sawdust City has cranked out some classic beer names, “Crack a Window” comes to mind, or “The Blood of Cthulhu”. But the SC team also know that what’s in the can is more important than what’s on the can*, so they usually end up as super suds.
When we finally get space travel to Uranus, it would probably start out as a unique tourism destination “Been to Uranus and back again”, then a destination wedding “Tied the Knot in Uranus”, but eventually it would be colonized. I wonder if the new settlers would be known as colonscopists.
I could go on and on about Uranus, but I have a beer to review. A pour as dark as a black hole,** attesting to the intense gravity of the situation. A full “robust” coffee stout aroma, with some sweet in there too, cocoa or vanilla? First swig is a very strong coffee stout with a cherry kind of sweet to it, cough syrup sweet. The cherry berry body and finish is strong like bull. Sipping, savouring, and surviving. The sickly sweet settled sufficiently leaving that full roasted malt cocoa flavour. Full flavour is a bit of an understatement here, like saying election ads are based on fibs. The big swig test was not successful, and after the defibrillator was put to good use and I recovered, I finished the sampling.
I’m mellowing into, or succumbing to, this intergalactic imperial ass kicker of a stout. If you survive the first third you can learn to sip, savour, and enjoy the next two thirds of this bad boy brew. Designed for die hard imperial stout troopers and the King of Uranus.
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