For such a
powerful ale, Weendigo has a shockingly mellow, subtle aroma. It's nose
is malty, tinged with woody vanilla, mocha, and molasses. These elements
are duplicated in flavour form--malt is the driving force, with a
sensual kiss of oak. Toward the finish, espresso bitterness demurely
winks, alongside a shy but heavy hops profile. Again, for such a potent
ale, it is almost mild and pleasingly smooth. As it warms, a bit more
depth is revealed, with leathery notes becoming more evident. Also, its
boozy warmth, evident from the get go, reaches new heights toward a
pint's midpoint. It's a sleeper.
While I really
enjoyed Weendigo Barrel-Aged Imperial Stout, it has a real failing that
is worthy of mention. Most barrel-aged beers scream their origin from
the rooftops. They're aged in oak casks. They're bourbon barrel-aged.
They're lovingly born of port vessels. This is a characterization that I
expect and enjoy. Weendigo's packaging doesn't give any indication of
its barrel stats--neither wood nor previous inhabitant. It took a visit
to the Forked River website to learn that this ale was aged in barrels
that once housed Jack Daniels. I'd guess oak. Too much work. That should
be spelled out plainly. Otherwise, it's a splendid brew. A bit light on
flavour and aroma, I was left a tad underwhelmed, but still engaged and
enthusiastic. Should you acquire a bottle or two? Absolutely! Will it
blow your mind? Perhaps not, though it will warm and mellow it. Will it
satisfy? Easily.
Rating: 8.5 out of 10.
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