Aged for fifteen months in an Islay Whisky cask, this version of The Living End is abso-f’ing-lutely amazing.
I try not to swear in this blog, but hell’s teeth this is good.
The aroma is damp oak and plums and smoke, and as you take a swig you find a chocolate coated black grape and treacle malt that’s thick with cocoa and espresso, gummy bears and warm peat rich whisky.
The cask ageing has sucked in all sorts of woody flavours, so much so it’s like sucking whisky off a desk – and we’ve all done it, you know, that last mouthful you spilled as you’d had one too many already.
Imagine that moment made rich with all your favourite Stout goodness.
That is this beer and this beer is divine.