It pours like motor oil, it’s got virtually no head to speak of, it’s 13% alcohol (like most wines), it’s got 60 International Bitterness Units, and it’s expensive as hell (for beer, that is: $20 for four bottles).
Jesus Fuckbeans Christ, man, drink it. Drink it NOW.
This is a beer to be sipped, and sipped with love and attention and care.
Bourbon County Stout (made by Goose Island once a year, during my birth month of November) is a Bourbon Barrel-Aged Imperial Stout that pours a deep onyx black, and smells like bourbon, chocolate and alcohol. It tastes of glorious lightly-carbonated Nepenthe, and gets thicker as it warms, revealing dark chocolate, bourbon (my favorite liquor besides Scotch), malt, molasses, and some caramel.
I meant that as a high recommendation; perhaps that wasn’t obvious.
Like I’ve said before, you know if this is for you. If it is, the liquid Asgard recommended here is worth nearly any expense. Enjoy, my friend. Enjoy.
You, mighty warrior, are welcome.