I’m not entirely sure how they’ve done it given that this, according to its label is a Peanut Biscuit Stout brewed, “with no biscuits, butter or nuts,” but Yellow Belly smells and tastes of lovely rich peanut butter biscuits.
Yellow Belly is, to put it mildly, astonishing.
I love the packaging and how it cleverly uses the imagery of the Ku Klux Klan to highlight the way a bully can hide in a crowd.
It’s an immensely good looking bottle that has so much creativity in its white paper wrapper that it becomes more than just a neat trick, this is a statement, this is art.
But what I love most is how this Imperial Stout pushes peanut butter and toffee up your nose, and how when you take a swig you find brandy heat and chocolate coated peanut butter, digestive biscuits and a splash of coffee.
I love the crackling snap of woody undergrowth like a walk through a local park on a crisp autumn morning.
Yellow Belly is intense.
Yellow Belly is extraordinary.
Yellow Belly is simply the best and most creative beer that I have tasted in a very long time.
It is my beer of 2015.
I’m done.

Source: EeBria