On the seventh day, as it were, the Lord spake: "Let there be beer bourbon aged." And thus Grand Teton Brewery's Double Vision Bourbon-Aged Doppelbock was born. A smooth, creamy testament to the esteem in which God holds men, this beer brought yours truly to his knees; nay, to his feet. At first glance, the strong, foreboding liquid seems unapproachable. Just as the winter night seems to those unfamiliar a powerful warning to ward off the unprepared, so too does this brew seek to thwart the undeserving in their quest for the ultimate beer.
The eloquent spidering of the head as it melts down the side of the goblet gives only a hint of the thick and viscous nature of the drink. The black, thick liquid moves gracefully through that which contains it with the grace of a ballerina and the interia of a sumo wrestler.
Divine: the manner of the dance upon the tongue performed by this drink can only be desribed by this word. It feels as though the omnipotent gaze of God himself pierces your mouth and leaves a trail of wanting on every bud of taste. That man was able to capture such a taste and distribute it to your humble reviewer is a feat of magnificence reproduced only seldom throughout history.
Thank you, Grand Teton Brewery, for fulfilling the deepest desires of my soul and quenching the eternal thirst of my spirit. Your bravery and perseverance will not remain unacknowledged.
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