it was like the wisp of a good cigar smoke, pure and smooth. but at $11 a bottle I only bought one. It went down to easy. This is one of those rare moments that I wish I was Keith Richards, or at least maybe a peon for his Expensive Winos band. Mooching a bottle, a case, and now... not worried about it being gone, just pouring it down my gullet. a stolen gluten. This beer is proper. and good.
I look forward to the next few days, racing at Stoudts brewery, a cheap hotel drunkenness. Spending the Monday in Gettysburg, checking out the Anna-Lou Leibovitz show, her perspective of finding her self. and pedaling about the vast battle fields. Mathew Brady brought the death of war alive with his (and minions), photographs, of the dead.
did a bit of log cutting, and trail clearing for openers, will it bring me some karma? f' karma! who needs it. whatever the next few days brings, pain, remorse, joy, ... that's what I'm glad to be alive for.
.......Some of the oak casks at Samuel Smith’s date back more than a century with the individual oak staves being replaced by the Old Brewery coopers over the years. Gradually the casks soak in more & more of the character of the ale fermented in stone Yorkshire squares. Yorkshire Stingo is aged for at least a year, matured in these well-