"Tap-poured Guinness {Extra} Stout: enjoyed in the presence of good friends, & a genial fare, illicites one of those Autumnal feelings that makes it good to be alive. Throw in the sound of a heady rain slapping the wooden eaves outside, a crackling fire on the hearth, & you just might discover the meaning of life."This is a shoddy review, nonetheless, it is my honest opinion of the nectar of the gods we all know as Guinness.
The first thing that strikes one's senes is the appearance of the brew. Dark swirls assailed with an almost impregnable damson-red and currant-black body give the drink a thick yet smooth definition. The tall, brown-fizzy head that settles quickly is an extra delight which lesser brews fail to yield.
Then, ah! Then comes the aroma...a blend of nutty, hoppy, dare I say "bark" teases the nose with a darkly roasted "malty" scent. This is certainly the way it tastes, as well: much like an earthy nut, pried from its shell, plunged in a heady malt, brewed to dark perfection, and served with a light (yet not too frothy) head.
Aye, there's nothing like a cosy little fireside drink with this mate!
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