GIB did a really great job taking “Fraser Valley Raspberries” and adding it to a nice clean-tasting ale to make a beer that tastes like a raspberry beer, eh.. (The kind you find in a second hand store).
It is really pink when you pour it, and still pink in the glass. The head and body are really full. The raspberry taste is obvious, but not so overwhelming. For my liking the flavor is not subtle enough, giving me the impression that it is a novelty beer that won’t be around for long…
In the meantime I would try this one out on a sunny day, cold, preferably in the early afternoon:)
Well, how much has changed since my last post? The Canucks played Schneider as I wished in game 6 (but still lost). Then Luongo played in a game 7 victory, in what was called one of the biggest sporting events in Vancouver history.
I, like everybody else has some latent superstition that surfaces during stressful situations like these. I too, have that desperate need to imagine that I have some control over this gut wrenching heart attack inducing playoff series. Luckily one day before the game, it came to me!!!
I figured out why the Canucks were losing games! I believe it was the Big Rock Curse.
Yes, that’s right, its because I was drinking beer from Alberta!
To remedy the situation I put my team Canada t shirt under my Kesler jersey and freely drank as much as I could from my GIB taster pack until Alexandre Burrows scored, just as I was finishing a bottle of GIB Brockton IPA.
Yup, all. Me baby;)
All kidding aside, after picking the empty bottle up from across the room, from the spot to which it was launched during my celebrations, I decided to save the bottle and put it “straight to the pool room” as they say. I look back fondly, just as Burrows probably has his puck labeled with hockey tape, I have my bottle to forever remember my contribution.
Regardless, this beer is a favourite in my house, and well worth the 5/5 score on any day. I was in no condition for tasting notes, but if you want some, check out my previous Brockton IPA review here.
From the peak of Whistler mountain you can see a majestic black monolith of a mountain in the distance, called “Black Tusk.” Thousands of people scramble to the top of this crumbling chimney of volcanic rock every year. If you are like me and suffer from vertigo, you will spend the first ten minutes laying face down at the top seemingly holding on for dear life, while getting de-sensitized to the height. Funny though, everyone else seemed to be walking around just fine.
Well, too many of these could make you dizzy too, but in a good way.
Believe it or not, I was very surprised at how dark this beer was when it came out of the bottle, then I read the name and I was like “oh yah, okay that makes sense.”
Everything is beautiful about this beer. The bottle is dark glass with a custom insignia embossed on it. The label is trimmed with gold and has a photo of the actual black tusk, (and an elephant too, just in case you don’t know what mountain that is). The clarity and colour of the beer are absolutely beautiful to look at, as is the gorgeous head on the glass.
The aroma is slightly bitter, and almost bready. There is a moderately intense but smooth taste of bitter chocolate, and a gradually fading sweet aftertaste.