Next up, Longfellow Winter Ale from Shipyard Brewing:
This beer’s namesake is Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Of course, anyone named Wadsworth Longfellow could have only been one of two things in life: A 19th Century porn star or a poet. By most accounts, he chose the latter.
In fact, Longfellow (hee hee) is one of the most popular American poets evar. And apparently even when poets gain mainstream popularity, the haters follow. Edgar Allen Poe accused him of plagiarism, and others essentially claimed that he wrote populist garbage and poetry for children.
Granted, I don’t know what the hell 19th Century kids were like. I do know that between shows about ponies, princesses, and Doc McStuffins, I’m not getting many requests for dactylic hexameter about a girl’s search for her betrothed (separated in the expulsion of the Acadians, of course) that ends in a brief, chance meeting in old age at the betrothed’s death bed.
Now, before you get on me for reviewing a “winter ale” in spring, let me clear the air. Screw spring. Screw spring right in the ear. It was like 30 degrees the other night. Also, this thing isn’t even really a winter ale. It’s more like a cross between a porter and a scotch ale…which might make for an interesting winter ale. Wait. Screw spring. Screw spring right in the ear.
It pours a pretty damn dark brown with a nice tan head. It smells like chocolate and toffee, with some roast…almost a little smoke like a scotch ale. The taste follows the nose with some fruitiness, a little bitterness, and some citrusy hop character sneaking in. No heat to speak of, but of course it’s only 5.6%. This is a porter. A tasty porter. But a porter.
The Haybag: Um, you’re suspended from bedtime story telling. And I do think this was the best of the Lightly Distributed Beer of the Month Club (a.ka. The Lightly Distributed for a Reason Club).