New Holland The Poet

Brewed by New Holland Brewing Company
Style: Sweet Stout
Holland, Michigan USA

good beer. dark and malty stout. strong roasted coffee flavor. enjoyable beer...goes down great and pretty smooth.

This is a very dark, malty, fragrant delicious beer. Super smooth. Very easy to drink a lot--a whole lot. Goes to the top od my list

This is probably one of the smoothest beers I have ever had. Comparable to Dark Horse’s Too Cream Stout in that regard. Has a typical dark/brown coloration of a stout with a bold yet smooth mix of coffee, chocolate, and a hint of roasted nuts. It is a thin for a stout but makes up in drinkability and SMOOTHNESS.

12 oz bottle. Pours nearly black with 1 cm of tan creamy head that is slowly diminishing. Aroma of chocolate and malts. Initial flavor is a mix of chocolate and coffee. Flavor ends with more hops and lasts for a while. Slight lacing, no noted carbonation, medium mouthfeel, and alcohol was well hidden. Drinkable because it is so light, nothing real special for a stout.

12 oz. Opaque black with a four-finger head that settles into a lasting quarter-inch froth. Nose is peppery, smoked molasses with a faint metallic twinge. Flavor seems a perfect harmony of lots of flavors: molasses, hickory smoke, coffee, sour cream, brown sugar, ash, green herb. A tad larger than medium body is creamy smooth, watery enough to be sessionable, and pretty evenly divided between sweet and dry.

The commerical description states "stout is sheer beer poetry." Well whoever wrote must be reading Poetry for Dummies, this stuff is really disappointing. The utter taste of oatmeal isn’t in a good way. almost tastes like to way too much Oatmeal in the outmeal stout. Coffee and chocolate notes are really subtle. Boo!!!!

Sampled from a 12 oz brown bottle this beer poured a black color with a medium sized dark brown head. The aroma was sweet chocolate, coffee and roasty malts. The flavor was dryish, bitter and roasty with light notes of coffee and Bakers chocolate and a light floral hop note towards the finish. The mouthfeel was moderately thick.

One upon a craftbeer tripy, while I pounded Ales and IMPies,
Over many a rate and delicious craftbeer of forgotton lore,
While I nodded, slowly ambling, suddenly there came a grabbing,
As of someone wildly rambling, rambling at my craftbeer store.
‘Tis some drunkard,’ I muttered, ‘grabbing at my craftbeer store-
Wanting piss and nothing more.

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak October
And as I sat dyingly sober, ready fopr the beer to pour
Eagerly I wished the growler; -vainly I had sought for hours-
From my wants of drunken power-power for this Stout of War-
For the rare and radiant marzen which was not the Stout of War-
Nameless here for evermore

Of the silken jet black throttle, pouring of each purple bottle
Thrilled me – filled me with a nutty flavor, I had tasted once before;
So that now, to still the yearning for oat-n-chocolate, I stood repeating
To the flavors were secreting , too strong, left me wanting more-
Some flavors were secreting, too strong left me wanting more
Quote this Raven, nevermore.