Hello, dear Juggies! (Juggers? Jug-gernauts? We’ll figure out a name.)
As I’m sure all of you have noticed, (because you all wait patiently for your daily Facebook and Twitter updates from yours truly) that we now have the latest and greatest out of No Label’s Off Label Series: Perpetual Peace! Cue angel chorus.
So, as I was sitting here on a lazy Monday afternoon, I decided to let all of you beautiful, wonderful patrons know how freaking fantastic this brew is. You’re welcome, in advance.
The color of this Bourbon Barrel Aged Wee Heavy Ale is a very dark brown, and seemingly purple in my Spider-Man cup. (Yes, I am drinking from plastic, you purists. You know why? Because I freaking love Spider-Man.) Initially the drinker is not left to wonder what type of barrels this Scotch Ale was aged in. From the sharp aroma to the first tippy toe tongue dip, Bourbon is all up in your business. And you like it.
If you don’t like a boozy start to your bourbon-aged wee heavies, then you might not like bourbon-aged wee heavies.
Moving on from the initial shock of boozy goodness to my palate, Perpetual Peace (or as I now lovingly call it, PP), mellows out as it hits the middle of your tongue. Then finishing with a nice reminder of Maker’s Mark and a hint of vanilla, this first swallow is pretty much a roller coaster of taste. Not like a death drop roller coaster, or one of the ones at the old Astro World that were completely wooden and made you fear for your life, but more like a well-oiled Universal Studios roller coaster with a Harry Potter theme or something. The after-taste is comparable to the taste you get when you just ate some good toffee, and the after-after-taste is me drinking more of this beer. At 9.5 percent alcohol, this baby pulls no punches.
But don’t take my word for it, I’m drinking from a plastic Spider-Man cup, after all. Come by Jugs and give ‘er a taste. Also, if ya’ll caught some flavors that I didn’t, think I’m totally full of it, or just want to talk about your feelings, leave a comment below! Seriously, because if you guys don’t buy it, then I’ll buy it all, and I just can’t afford that. Momma gotta pay bills.
Your Friendly Neighborhood Juggette,