Sucking on the teat of the dark beer mistress. Believe it or not there are more stouts out there than Guinness. Stouts of all kinds. Stouts, coffee stouts, oatmeal stouts, imperial stouts, barrel aged stouts (aged in liquor barrels before bottling), imperial coffee barrel aged galacto stouts, oyster stouts (yes, brewed with actual oysters), etc. And if you want to make the argument that a stout is really just a “stout” porter and that porters and stouts are essentially the same style of beer…well, you get the point. This one happens to be a milk stout which is a stout typically brewed with more lactose sugars in order to give the beer a more mild, sweeter, and creamier profile.
I’m slowly realizing that not all beers benefit with age. Typically the high octane brews do well with age. Beers that are “bottle conditioned” (yeast and sugar is added to the bottle so that the beer continues to change and mature over the years) do well with age. Those beers that don’t fit into those categories won’t do much with a years time, and this beer is about a year old.
Three Floyds Moloko Milk Stout
The aroma is that of robust roasty malts, oats, and sweetness. Perhaps a years time didn’t harm this one at all. The beer is creamy in the mouth with malt sweetness and an abbreviated finish. Very short and clean. The residual flavors in the mouth come back after everything is done with more sweetness and coffee and cocoa. This beer has a bit more to it than a standard milk stout. The first punch is that of a nicely robust stout but then it calms down and has that very short finish almost like a dry stout. This beer had a lot more to offer than I would have suspected. A good one from a brewery that is pretty well regarded (though they don’t distribute to CA).
They don’t show the ABV percentage on the bottle, but I’m guessing it’s between 5-6%. No matter, for a Friday night it’s got me feeling like lounging in some psychedelic milk bar, pouring myself some milk off the statuesque breast of a mannequin, and hanging out with friends at my side, waiting for a little of the ultra-violence.