I think I’ve posted before about how my beer tastes have changed over the years from dark and malty to pale and hoppy. Well, the same thing that happens every year has happened again. Warmer weather is rolling around and I still have a stock of dark, high ABV beers that seemed like a good idea when I bought them.
Luckily, Draft Magazine has come to my rescue with article on cellaring beer. Read away. So, rather than binge on dark beers, it looks like I’m clearing out a space in a basement corner to let these bottles age gracefully.
And as Poison once said “…lock the cellar door and baby, talk dirty to me.” You can sing the riff to yourself.
And yes, as a nine year-old, I really liked this song.