Ah my faithful steed, battle horse. It was black and had no head, a truly fearsome creature made for war. The cost for the war mount and all its gear was 21 PLN which was pretty reasonable. This beast had a complex aroma of coffee, cherry, molasses and syrup. It smelled thick. A sip revealed a wild ride which transitioned in my mind from IPA, to stout before ending as an imperial stout. Oddly I couldn't taste alcohol despite the 10.5%. The flavor was oddly fruity with cherry, peach and other stone fruit. The rest of the taste was coffee, molasses and tobacco. It lingered in my mouth and was simultaneously delicious and off putting. I wasn't sure what to think of my faithful steed - eight? ten? nine? one? How I managed to not get bucked off I may never know.
Overall: 8/10
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