I wore purple to work today in hopes that things would feel more like Spring. I left work a bit early to allow myself time to stop by my tax guy's place to sign my return. However, a trip that should have taken 30 minutes ended up taking an hour and a half due to an accident that I first heard about on the morning news while I was putting on the same purple shirt I mentioned earlier.
And so I sat in traffic, after giving up on alternate routes as it seemed everyone in the region was on the same alternate route attempt schedule, after learning from my tax guy that I made less money last year, with fewer deductions – one of those brief moments where you are ready for death because you are tired of money -- and after almost hitting a giant Canadian Goose as I drove fast and took chances on one last hail mary of an alternate route. As I sat in traffic, wearing a pale purple shirt so that the day would feel more like Spring, it began to snow.
My final race toward freedom and away from the confines of oppressive traffic and terrible weather came to an end at the back of another line of cars, trucks, and buses. The red glow of brakelights blurred together with the melting snow of an endless Winter on the surface of my windshield. My enemies were joining forces, conspiring against me. I had nothing on my side but a foggy afternoon mind and a supreme understanding of martial arts from my time training with Ra's al Ghul.
It was then that I decided that tomorrow, in an effort to feel as much like an asshole as possible, I would wear brown.
Maduro Brown Ale, Cigar City Brewing
Appearance = 3.5/5
Brown. Light coming through gives it some yellow hints up top and some red towards the bottom. A thin layer of tan head off the pour that quickly turns to next to nothing but a thin ring on the edge and some in the middle that would be best described as a ghostly neuron.
Smell = 3.75/5
Faintly sweet aroma, caramel and toffee, some chocolate. Catching some roasted, almost espresso, notes after a taste and there is something else that is not quite any of the things mentioned that I can't place but I like it.
Taste = 3.75/5
The flavor is what aroma prepared you for – chocolate, coffee, toffee, and caramel. A nice blend of sweet, dry and bitter. Nothing too out front but again one thing I can not place.
Feel = 3.25/5
Very little carb each time I've had it – each time was from a can. Medium feel with an easiness that coats the mouth with a creamy slickness. Still crisp up front but would like more carb. Need to try it on tap if I ever see it.
Overall = 3.5/5
Haven't had too many brown ales so my frame of reference is weak but this is decent and I would drink again – could be killer if the carb thing is a just result of, like Steve Martin in The Jerk, my luck with cans.
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