Hey, what do we have here? Yes! Another beer!
This is not a new beer to me, but it is one I have not discussed in here, so what the hell.
Xingu Black Beer (Cervejaria Sul Brasileira, Brazil). I often describe the color of a beer, but this is kind of a paradox here, as black is the absence of all color. And this beer is absent of all color. I would say it is as dark as night, but I have seen some pretty well lit nights. Black as my heart wouldn't cover it, as my heart often knows love and joy. Hmmmm....how about "as black as my heart would be after someone committed the mortal sin of laying a hand in anger on any one of my nieces"? That about covers it. That, or "as black as Gravekeeper's heart after three dozen straight calls from the Northlands...." Seriously, no light escapes from this beer. It may actually be a Beer Singularity.
Subtle nose. Not as dark as you would think. Just a nice subtle darkish beer scent.
FIRST SIP: I cheated. Already had the first sip.
SECOND SIP: Surprisingly light for such a dark beer. Very subtle hints of coffee and caramel, as many dark beers display, but as I said, far more subtle. The tastes are fantastic, but very subtle, almost subdued. Some people mght say that this beer is a bit too light. Some people are also completely fucked in the head.
Getting away from the typical beer review jargon, the taste is simply that of heaven. Picture laying in a hammock on a beach in Rio having sun-drenched bikini-clad Brazilian goddesses attend to your every need. Yeah, Xingu brings up those kinds of images.
Would I drink it? DUH, winning!
Would I order it? Every day, all day.
Would I pay for it? What the hell do you think?
This is the kind of beer that would not only change your mind about beer, it might make you forget about Megan Fox. Naked. On your living room floor. (What? I did say "might.")
This beer is the anti-Bud, as it is all that is good about beer. It reaffirms the famous comment by Benjamin Franklin, that "beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy." If I was on Death Row, and they allowed me one last beer, Xingu would be on my short list. It is as smoking as the beautiful Brazilian women I've seen. It is an iron fist in a velvet glove. It is the alpha and the omega. It is to beer what Jimi Hendrix was to guitar-playing.
Xingu (pronounced shin-goo, as I found out when I perused their website) is worth finding. Fuck that, it's worth hunting. Hey, that would make a great movie: Good Beer Hunting. No?
Xingu's biggest flaw? I only have one.
Is Xingu the best beer I've ever had? I can't honestly say. And the fact that I can't say that it isn't says a whole lot, don't ya think?
This is not a new beer to me, but it is one I have not discussed in here, so what the hell.
Xingu Black Beer (Cervejaria Sul Brasileira, Brazil). I often describe the color of a beer, but this is kind of a paradox here, as black is the absence of all color. And this beer is absent of all color. I would say it is as dark as night, but I have seen some pretty well lit nights. Black as my heart wouldn't cover it, as my heart often knows love and joy. Hmmmm....how about "as black as my heart would be after someone committed the mortal sin of laying a hand in anger on any one of my nieces"? That about covers it. That, or "as black as Gravekeeper's heart after three dozen straight calls from the Northlands...." Seriously, no light escapes from this beer. It may actually be a Beer Singularity.
Subtle nose. Not as dark as you would think. Just a nice subtle darkish beer scent.
FIRST SIP: I cheated. Already had the first sip.
SECOND SIP: Surprisingly light for such a dark beer. Very subtle hints of coffee and caramel, as many dark beers display, but as I said, far more subtle. The tastes are fantastic, but very subtle, almost subdued. Some people mght say that this beer is a bit too light. Some people are also completely fucked in the head.
Getting away from the typical beer review jargon, the taste is simply that of heaven. Picture laying in a hammock on a beach in Rio having sun-drenched bikini-clad Brazilian goddesses attend to your every need. Yeah, Xingu brings up those kinds of images.
Would I drink it? DUH, winning!
Would I order it? Every day, all day.
Would I pay for it? What the hell do you think?
This is the kind of beer that would not only change your mind about beer, it might make you forget about Megan Fox. Naked. On your living room floor. (What? I did say "might.")
This beer is the anti-Bud, as it is all that is good about beer. It reaffirms the famous comment by Benjamin Franklin, that "beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy." If I was on Death Row, and they allowed me one last beer, Xingu would be on my short list. It is as smoking as the beautiful Brazilian women I've seen. It is an iron fist in a velvet glove. It is the alpha and the omega. It is to beer what Jimi Hendrix was to guitar-playing.
Xingu (pronounced shin-goo, as I found out when I perused their website) is worth finding. Fuck that, it's worth hunting. Hey, that would make a great movie: Good Beer Hunting. No?
Xingu's biggest flaw? I only have one.

Is Xingu the best beer I've ever had? I can't honestly say. And the fact that I can't say that it isn't says a whole lot, don't ya think?
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