Dear everyone in the whole world, I can only apologise.
I’ve waited a long time to get my hands on some Hoppin’ Frog and it seemed like a good idea at the time.
You know, opening a 9.4% Imperial Oatmeal Stout on a Monday night.
A pint bottle too.
But I just couldn’t resist.
Please forgive me.
I may have broken myself.
BORIS is a madman.
It stinks of plums stewed in coffee and brandy.
Taking a swig you get a huge hit of port, raisins and coffee, cocoa, honey and molasses.
Then there’s some wild blackberry leaf and hedgerow undergrowth damp green hop action that perks you up and reminds you what sobriety means before the chest banging heat of the boozy thick oatmeal creaminess pushes you over the precipice of beery oblivion.
Oh, my brains.

Source: Beers Of Europe