Tonight, strangely, we had no plans. So what am I up to? Step one: drink this bottle of Green Flash Silva Stout. Step two: pack some boxes for the big move. This bottle of Silva Stout, a birthday gift from my buddy Brandon, is a 10.1% ABV beast. At that ABV, with no one to share with, packing could be either creative, or perhaps non-existent.
The Silva Stout is aged for 18 months in bourbon barrels. As the label states, it was brewed way back in April 2013 and then bottled in February of 2015. It’s an imperial stout style brew.
And it’s fucking amazing. Seriously amazing. Flavors are a blast of milk chocolate, oak, bourbon and a shit ton of vanilla. I honestly have nothing more to say about it. It’s blowing my mind; it is that good.
This past Friday I banged out a 13.1 mile training run, which was epic. I was also epically sore after that one, and nearly barfed at the kitchen table as I tried to eat afterward. This evening I went on a 5 mile run, which honestly felt easy. I never thought that running 5 miles would seem anywhere near easy.
Now I’m sitting down to watch the movie unbroken, eating some french bread pizza and drinking this Brewmaster Jack Ambrewsia. My review is short. I’m underwhelmed. Not because it’s a bad beer, by any means. Rather, it’s just another American IPA. At 7% ABV, it is perhaps a bit more boozy than your run of the mill AIPA. Mainly citrus flavors come though, with a mix of floral notes also. Astringent finish. Simply doesn’t stand out in a field of 100s of other beers of the style.