There’s a comfort in a heavy bottle. A weight in the hand, a solidity of purpose, and the best defense in a bar brawl.
In the case of Innis and Gunn, however, I’d make sure I finished my beer first.
It’s Scottish ale to feel patriotic about. The label details the 77 day ageing process that is credited for the complexity and depth. But that nice oaken finish? Thank you, Bible Belt. Thirty of the magic 77 days are spent in good old fashioned Kentucky White Oak barrels, the same kind as a bunch of malt whiskeys. So you don’t have to sacrifice the part of you that cries to support American industry in the everlasting quest for excellent beer. This is truly the way to build international goodwill.
This is a real ale, and attractive one at that. Amber to the eye, sweet and spicy to the nose, and utterly satisfying to the mouth.
I do love that bottle, with that liquid promise inside. And none of this screw cap stuff. I want a beer the guy at the end of the bar can’t open with his eye socket. Open me, it says. I comply.
The smell is almost apple cidery – a slight edge, but not sharp or at all off putting. Nice and mellow and inviting. Drink me, it says. I’m not going to about to start saying No.
The ale is slightly sweet and honeyed, but not the least bit cloying. Definitely malty, and pleasantly so. The subtle spice smoothly slides around my mouth. Extremely easy to drink, and there’s something in this ale for every part of your tongue. It’s sweet but there’s a trace of citrus, and there’s almost a smack of creaminess. It’s smooth and oakey, balanced by the slightest bite of thousands of perfectly tiny bubbles. The result is rich and deep without heaviness, though it’s a bit stronger than most typical American beer, clocking in at 6.6% alcohol. And the richness stays! The aftertaste is an excellent reminder of what is about to come, lingering pleasantly, the best salesman for the beer. Drink more! it says. “No” doesn’t even cross my mind.
Turns out, it’s not completely satisfying. I want another. Have another! It echoes from the bottom of the bottle. Alas, I have none.
Alas, saying yes is more fun.
And watch out for those bar fights.