Country: Finland
Style: Imperial Stout
Abv: 9,5 %
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What about the beer?
Colour is dark thick black with a finger-thick latte brown head. Aroma has roasted malts with notable coffee and liquorice and little less notable chocolate notes. Taste begins with very thick roast and smoothly strong bitterness. Intense, bitter roast meets its favored sidekicks: dark chocolate and salty liquorice - the duo is always warmly welcomed to this kind of party. The strength of the brew rises its ugly but friendly head with some boozy notes in the end. After the malty flavours are rinsed down the throat, we are left with lasting bitter liquorice.
I remember having this beer for the first time in the end of 2018 from tap at Konttori in Tampere. Since then, there have been four or five Sysi sessions, and the first impression of a clean, simple, strong and delicious brew hasn't faded at all. For me, it has in a short time become a beer that fits perfectly in a moment when I need to calm down, drown in the one clear thought in my mind and otherwise enjoy the silence.
Ölbeat
Probably ruined the surprise already in the end of the previous paragraph. Well, that happens: Pleasures remain / So does the pain / Words are meaningless / And forgettable. Thirty years after hearing the song for the first time, it still has the same calming effect it had then.
Depeche Mode: Enjoy the Silence (YouTube)
From the 1990 album Violator, the song was written by Martin Gore.
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"What was that you promised somewhat a year and a half ago? No waking up from the dead, wasn't it? Quote: 'But the cold truth is that the blog stays dead after the burial - this
is the final post of this blog. My and Ölmönger the Blogger's paths are
separated for good.' What's going on, boy?"
Well, another line from the song above goes: Vows are spoken / To be broken. Politicians, priests and policemen - among everyone else - live accordingly. Why couldn't and shouldn't a beer blogger?
To put it very short, there were actual reasons to kill the blog. Now, those reasons are mostly gone and forgotten, so it seemed too easy to open up the grave and mold something live-like from the rotten remains. And there was actually a reason to connect the jump leads to the monster and let the electricity do its magic: the Ölmönger's business seemed somewhat unfinished. You can read about one piece of evidence from this posts Ölbeat.
Coming back from the hiatus brings some changes to the idea of the blog. There will be shorter and longer silent periods, for sure: not every beer, however great it is, deserves a post. Actually, none of the beers that I supposedly taste only once or for the first time gets an independent post. I keep the best once-in-a-lifetime experiences for myself.
There will be less single beer posts - and probably more posts for bar visits, beer & whisky mixing, rebel yells agains the beer culture and other born dead ideas. There will be no time nor space for Skitbits anymore: there's enough shitty beer in the world and Finland alone to spend a couple of dimes on without me posting about them.
"The King was dead. Long live the King!" Right?
The another one goes to life:
Black Sabbath: Killing Yourself to Live (YouTube)
From the 1973 album Sabbath Bloody Sabbath, the song was written by Tony Iommi, Ozzy Osbourne, Geezer Butler and Bill Ward.
