More efforts to drink through my basement:
Sometimes I think it's a complete waste of money to chase after Cantillon. Then I drink one and think otherwise; raspberries are awesome.
A 2010 Bourbon County Stout. Poured flat as a pancake. I could imagine a world where this bottle, carbonated, would have been really good. Unfortunately, this was not the world I live in. Syrupy, a little dark fruit flavor, but the lack of carbonation killed it.
This is I guess a blend of 1, 2, 3, and 4 year gueuze, rather than the standard blend of 1, 2, and 3. I probably should do a side-by-side with regular 3F gueuze to see if it's worth the higher price, but it was really good:
I had this beer during the Super Bowl earlier this year, and I thought it was by far the best beer of the night. Opened another bottle recently and, holy cow, it's still amazing. I believe Fremont is releasing this again this year and everyone should try it. It's not a stout, but I'd definitely label it a stout in a blind tasting. Crazy good coffee, cinnamon flavors and I'm still convinced I tasted coconut.
One of my favorite beers from Founders, and I wish I didn't have to scramble just to get a 4-pack. I'm not even sure what stands out about it so much - just a well-done pale ale.
Science time. I opened a bottle of Thirsty Dog Barrel-Aged Siberian Night, which I kind of think is a mediocre stout, and added some coffee beans:
I let them sit in about half the bottle for 30-40 minutes, then added the rest of the bottle to get good carb:
Coffee flavor came through, and I think the result was better than the base beer. Still not a great coffee stout, though.
Today, I opened a couple of Tilquins. I had convinced myself that I liked the standard gueuze better than the quetsche. Then today just flipped it - I completely loved the quetsche and thought the gueuze was just ok.
It's crazy to me that I have no idea whether I'm going to like a particular lambic or not. Don't know if it's vintage or bottle variation or taste bud variation or what, but I feel like a complete doofus in predicting how much I'm going to like something when I open it up.