I don’t want to get older. I want to go back to no bills, no real responsibilities, simpler times. Don’t get me wrong I’m not saying I don’t want to be married or have Little Bug. I’m just done growing up. No getting any older.
I’m having that kind of a night and Mister brings me a glass of SBC’s Neapolitan Milk stout. When I smelled it, you can smell the vanilla and then a sweet strawberry.
My first sip was NOTHING like I’d expected. It was weird. Good weird but weird. The initial taste was bitter chocolate – a lot more bitter than 37 IBU. It quickly gave way to a smooth sweet berry. The vanilla isn’t pronounced but more of a smoothness on your tongue. The bitter doesn’t last and the berry really develops on the palate.
I just can’t quite describe my thoughts on this one. It’s weird. I won’t say I wouldn’t drink it again but I wouldn’t run out to grab a 4-pack, either. I think if the mood were right, I can see me drinking it again.