This Stout is as dry as a bone, super dry, it folds your lips back away from your teeth leaving you grinning like Joker whether you want to or not.
Not that I’m complaining.
Not at all.
The beer pours an impenetrable black with a little cappuccino head and smells of fig rolls, brandy and black coffee.
Immediately on taking a swig the dryness creeps in, sucking all moisture from your face as the malts work on you with their rich deep treacle tart, burned wholemeal toast and thick heather honey.
There are some decent bitter woody and pithy hops too, brightened by a squeeze of lemon juice, but this is a beer all about its sticky molasses malts and that booze driven thick and gunky goodness that leaves you wanting another mouthful.
Super dry, super rich, simply super.

Source: BrewDog Leicester