Dark Lord Imperial Stout - Three Floyds Brewing Co. & Brewpub
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4.75/5 rDev +11%
Stood in line at DLD 2009 to pick this up. I let it sit for a little while but I got some good news and felt like it was a good celebration drink.
A: Cut off the white wax and poured aggressively. It's black and viscous with a hint of red. Tiny bit of ruby red showing through on the edge against the light. Fizzy small dark coffee copper head that dissipates quickly. No head to provide lace but it leaves an oily coating on the glass.
S: Grainy, roasted malt, fruity - black currant type smell. Hint of whisky type booze but not much.
T: Lovely. Dark chocolate, burned acidic coffee. Hint of tart dark fruit. A little burn from the alcohol but barely noticeable. Really dry woody aftertaste that makes you want to go in for another sip. As the drink warmed more, the tartness become more prominent and the sweetness became more intense - really nice.
M: Amazingly thick and smooth stuff. Hint of carbonation gives it a wee bit of life but who cares, it's like an awesome beer milkshake!
D: Very excited about having it. No regrets. Met the hype. Serving it warmer than recommended definitely was the way to go. Dangerous stuff - very potent but the alcohol is pretty well masked and it's so tasty, you find yourself drinking it quicker than you intended. Really great brew.
07-17-2009 04:16:32 | More by sgoodship
5/5 rDev +16.8%
Cut to a street corner. Early morning. Two children waiting for a school bus. This could be your street corner. These could be your children.
Little Billy wears a pair of denim shorts cut off just below the knee, a white T-shirt announcing his membership in Little League, and a ball cap. His pal, Little Andy, is a bit rough around the edges—his shirt is worn, and he has decided to wait for the bus without the benefit of a hat. Andy is a "cool cat," as the kids say, the worst kind of ruffian—the kind that makes horseplay and delinquency seem like the "hip" thing to do.
"Hey," says Andy. Billy knows that Andy's about to say something real "keen."
"You ever felt like a real man before?"
A strange question to you or I, but Billy knows that Andy's leading somewhere, Billy can tell that he should answer honestly.
"Once, when my dad took me fishin'."
"Ahh, no. None of that. I mean a *real man*. You ever felt like one of those?"
"I—I guess not."
There's a sound, a familiar sneeipt that Billy's heard several times before. It's an adult sound, a sound he knows he shouldn't ever hear, but he wants so bad to impress Andy he doesn't seem afraid.
Andy takes a slurp of a can of Budweiser's "Light" brand beer and, making a face, hands the can over to Billy. Billy doesn't think. The can's in his hand and it's nothing but a silver and blue flash up to his mouth, the taste of stale bread and his grandfather's breath. He coughs, but sucks some down, and then hands the can back to Andy. Yes, now he is a real "home dog," he's ready to start skate boarding and listening to R and B music.
But wait…Andy's looking in the other direction, his mouth open like a hungry dog. Billy turns his head to see what Andy's looking at and—oh no, it can't be! But yes it is. First it's a dot, and then it's a blob, and then, oh god and then marching towards them big as life and sure and hell it's none other than "Mean" Joe Green, and he is one bad dude.
Andy falls over and starts crying. Billy keeps looking at the ground. He can't move. Mean Joe's getting closer and closer and he can't move, he can't run, he can't do anything but shake. All he wanted was to be cool, and now look at him. Mean Joe gets so close his shadow blocks out all the sunlight. Billy starts to tremble, to squeak out a plea.
"P-p-please Mean Joe. Please don't murder me!"
Mean Joe laughs.
"Murder you? On the football field, maybe. What I want to know is, why do you childrens think that drinking Bud Light's gonna make you real men?"
"I just did what Andy did. He's radical."
"Well, he don't look radical to me."
Billy looked down. Andy was covered in vomit, was passed out mumbling like a drowned nun.
"Gee, I guess you're right."
Mean Joe laughs, again, reaches inside his pants and pulls out a mysterious, wax-covered bottle.
"Here, he says, if you wanna be a *real* man, drink one of these."
"I will, Mean Joe. I will."
Billy didn't go to school that day, nor did he try and wake up Andy. Instead, he went behind a shed to look at his new bottle. I found him there, and I hit him over the head with a pipe to steal his bottle of Dark Lord. Seriously, a kid isn't gonna like this.
It's too dark, for one. The head is little and brown which is pretty remarkable considering the massive amount of alcohol in this—but what's really on display here is the darkness. Think about the time before you were born and that's Dark Lord.
We're raised to appreciate two kinds of goodness in the worlds of taste and of smell. There's the natural and the artificial. Cherry Jolly Ranchers taste good, and so do real cherries, even if they don't taste anything alike. This is a combination of the best natural, earthen, fruity, and grainy smells you've ever come across, along with the best unnatural, chemical smells.
Kids don't know the smells of unprocessed molasses, burnt grain, or wood smoke. This would seem like a medicine chest mixed with a cookie jar mixed with a walk in a field—one whiff could scar a kid for life.
Too much complexity. On the very tip of the tongue it tastes like a dark wine, then it gets bittersweet, like fire roasted grain, browning apples, and molasses, then it gets regular sweet, like half-dark chocolate and a café mocha, and then it gets a little zippy, like Belgian alcohol and yeast. That's—that's like you're falling down a hill of flavor and then you climb it back up again, from the valley of the alcohol, into the sweet, and then into the bittersweet, and then into the wine. Giving this to a child would be like giving them a bar of acid and taking them to Disneyland. Nothing would ever make them feel happy again, ever.
06-05-2006 04:26:57 | More by mynie
4/5 rDev -6.5%
2009, white wax. Thanks to EH for the pour!
Appearance: Pours an obsidian, opaque black sludge with a thin tan head, fades to small thin island center. Poor retention.
Aroma: Bacon. Beer jerky. Vanilla, oak. concord grape. Ever so slight alcohol. Merlot. Prunes. Port-like.
Taste: Tart, complex arrival. sweet; extremely sweet. (at 66 degrees F). Liquorice on the finish. Fruit and sweet on mid-palate. Peaty finish. Tobacco (cured).
Mouthfeel: Heavy. Thick, oily. Not hot, but warming.
Overall: Extraordinary complexity on the arrival and finish. Too sweet across mid-palate for my taste, but an experience to remember, particularly when enjoyed with good friends.
09-02-2014 02:11:18 | More by SaltofOH
4/5 rDev -6.5%
From notes, 2011 edition
A: Pours like old motor oil, no head, pitch black.
S: Smells incredibly sweet. Chocolate milk with some dark fuits notes comparable to sherry (thanks for the observation made by someone else there that night). A wine like sourness.
T: You get the whole thing, this is a bold bold beer. Incredibly smooth, sweet (almost cloying) and sour. You get full on milk chocolate followed by dark sweet and sour fresh cherries. There is a wine like quality in the after taste of this beer. It is good, but it's quite messy. The only thing that isn't messy about this beer is how the alcohol holds it together.
M: THICK THICK THICK! Super smooth but the thickness is the main thing here.
D: This is drinkable, but just not a lot. Finishing a bottle alone might be quite and achievement. This one was shared between 4 guys and we all had enough of it.
A solid beer, but very much overhyped.
08-29-2014 01:55:17 | More by flipper2gv
Dark Lord Imperial Stout from Three Floyds Brewing Co. & Brewpub
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