 SmellGood (294), Memphis, Tennessee, USA
Nov 25, 2006 Another Hall Of Famer from Stone. I am a masochist and damn proud of my roots. Stone, press on!
ElGaucho (1719), Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA
Nov 30, 2003 Only my second perfect beer! (The other being Three Floyd's Alpha King Pale Ale). And I just see now that I am the 2nd consecutive ratebeerian to give Double Bastard a perfect score, following my fellow Minnesotan, beermatrix. I have Kinz to thank for sending this doosy via trade! Floral and hoppy aroma. Thick, reddish body with small, light tan head with good retention. Cloudy reddish yellow when held up to light. Although classified as an American Strong Ale, this could pass for a Barley Wine. So good that the 10% ABV is not all that noticeable. Very smooth. I hate to bring up this comparison because of its negative connotations, but the Double Bastard has some cough syrup qualities. Make no mistake, however, this is nothing unpleasant about this beer. It is pure euphoria in a bottle.
herbsmoker99 (11), Lakeside, California, USA
Nov 8, 2002 best beer i’ve ever had!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
garrison (427), Cin. city, Ohio, USA
Nov 17, 2004 From a 22 ounce bottle - This is a perfect beer... it poured a dark mahogeny color with a low, fine tan head and an exileratingly spicy boquet.
With a full, round mouthfeel and a lasting, complex palate. Damn it, this was worth the $4.99 a bottle price!
beermatrix (1497), Twin Cities, Minnesota, USA
Nov 30, 2003 Wowee, wow, wow, what a fantastic beer! The beer Gods from Stone have bestowed this upon us for a reason, because to know heaven you must pass through hell! This is pure pleasure and make no mistake you will pay by nights end. Pours a deep firey tawny amber brown, settles a bit darker in the chalice glowing of newly created lava from the earths crust as it procedes to grow a tall, firmly thickened, whipped froth of tannish wonder. Fades ever so slowly like a dieing fire to a thin ring and a hazy skim across the liquid leaving massive sticking amounts of webby laced sheets. Aroma appears stronger then smoke, more like heat from an oven with mounting sweet caramel, lightly burnt, earthy crispness of deep woods pineyness. Malts are king in this world, ruling with a mighty pitch fork that pokes at the hops as if to say "Ha, ha... Try to take my throne you measly weed". Taste is where it leads you down the path of whats about to become a head full of everything thats tempting. Complexing malts are forest fire big, tons of great semi sweet caramel, thick and thicker yet, flowing in and out of scorched and deeply ripe dark fruityness, pineapple, mango, plum, and raisins bursting within with a light burntness touching everything. Its calmingly smooth and far to creamy for such a fire to burn, but yet it does, and it builds with a wind of hops thats burning up brush of small dwindling pine, dried leaves, and wood. Incredibly balanced bitterness is deep and crackly over the musculature of the big boned skeleton of malts. Alcohol never makes its presense felt til it finds its way to the head where it smokes out any notions of all before it. You remember liking this thing you enjoyed the next day but are now lurking around like a zombie wondering how in the hell did I survive such a dance with the flames of a devil. F*cking great stuff!! Can't wait to dance again with this dark nectar, but not any time soon, as not to become a devils second hand. I hopefully have learned my lesson. Why did they have to put this in a bomber? Much like a devil its always tempting you to take more.
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