Cinnamon Pecan Bomb!
Prairie Artisan Ales

 

 

 

 

Shiny jack-boot black with a couple fingers of tan froth that die slowly; writhing hopeless and painful in the dust of their own agonizing existence.

The stench involves cinnamon, blood-red cherry, milk chocolate and the burnt flesh of heathens hanging charred from the bare and desolate trees of winter.

The sustenance is bready and spicy before an unapologetic fusel alcohol heat fuses with pecan, faint vanilla and gum to assault your front-facial orifice like a pair of brass knuckles. Chips of tooth and blood are tasted after a few sips. Glorious nourishment for the dark-hearted soul.

Medium to heavy and the alcohol continues to warm to the bitter endless vanquishment of all that is sacred.

I hate this beer.

 

 

 

solid beer, the cinnamon is a little over-powering, but it is super fresh at this point. I get the pecan as it warms, not really any bourbon at this point. Let this one sit a little.