Allagash Four, a Belgian Quadruppel-style ale from the Allagash Brewing Company.
Allagash Four is brewed with four malts, four hops, four sugars and four Belgian yeast strains. During the mashing process, we add Date Sugar to the mash tun. Later, during the boil, we add Light Candi, Dark Candi, and Light Golden Molasses. After primary fermentation with the first strain of yeast, we add more Candi Sugar, and referment the beer with a secondary strain of yeast… that process is then repeated with a third strain of yeast, and finally a fourth for bottle conditioning in the cellar.
Goes well with Bacon-wrapped scallops, crab-stuffed mushrooms, filet mignon, and chocolate crêpes, according to the brewer.
I dunno about food, but it goes damn well with Squidbillies. “Ain’t nuthin gonna stop me now but my innate inabilitree to progress cognatious thunk. “
Pours a cloudy, dark orange-brown into the wine goblet I use from pretty much every beer I drink now–it’s easier than trying to figure out which of the 20-odd glasses I have collecting dust on the shelves goes best with which brews–taste and mouthfeel remind me of a kind of light barleywine, if such a thing exists.
Though the brewer doesn’t mention it, there’s another, darker, Allagash Four that beer may refer to; a quartet of art students allegedly abducted by aliens from the wilds of Maine in 1976. Art students, wilds of Maine, 1976. I’m sure there were no drugs involved. Just wouldn’t fit into the context, you know?
Not that the brewer’s omission, purposeful or otherwise, has stopped others from using it–The flavors at work here are just as dark and mysterious, and just as transporting, as any interplanetary craft—much as one might use a metaphor to cover up an uinnate inabilitree to progress cognatious thunk.
Zod: You’re just jealous someone else created a sentence containing that high of a cheese quotient.
What I am is pissed. It’s midnight, I want another one, and I have to work tomorrow.
Zod: well, the boy did feel kinda hot when he went to bed tonight. You could drink another one on the off-chance that he’ll wake up sick and you’ll end up working from home tomorrow anyway.
There is that…though it doesn’t seem quite right to be pulling for the boy to wake up with the flu just so I can have another beer.
Zod: You must pick your Carter. Jimmy, or Billy.
Well. In that case…
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