Brewery: The Boston Beer Co., Boston, Massachusetts
Beer: Samuel Adams Triple Bock
Serving: 8.45 oz corked cobalt bottle
Glassware: Samuel Adams Utopias glass
Information: 17.5% ABV, No date making it the ’94 Vintage, I believe.
Style: American Strong Ale
Availability: Vintage no longer available
Cellaring: Under proper conditions, this beer can be cellared for extended periods.
Pairings: Don’t bother.
I just turned 29. This beer is more than half my age.
The awesome Cobalt blue bottle scared me to no end when I poured as the tiny blue sliver at the top was the only blue part of the bottle, meaning sediment was caked on the inside of the glass. It pours black as night with molasses brown highlights, looking like 6,000-mile old motor-oil with absolutely no head whatsoever.
Triple Bock has hearty roasted malts in the background with an extremely boozy nose that burns off any nose hairs you may have had. Light oaky notes pull through the massive soy sauce aroma. Maple syrup still remains in tact, oddly enough. It doesn’t smell great, but it also doesn’t smell quite as bad as some people make it out to be.
Wow is that straight up sour soy sauce; just a god-awful tasting. Two sips (one for mouthfeel) and I can’t even possibly bring myself to have another. This is just horrid.
With no carbonation to liven it up, this beer goes down like syrup and finishes with a rancid roasted bitter and sour bite.
In it’s heyday, this beer really pushed the boundaries but at this point, these few sips were easily the worst beer I’ve ever had. After subjecting other poor people to it, we poured ours our and the remainder of the bottle…that released wave after wave of disgusting flakes and chunks into the sink. End.
Ok, I can say that I expected it to be wretched knowing it’s too old, but I took the gamble knowing a few bottles from that vintage could have made it. The reason I took the gamble was to try the first real “extreme” beer. I’m glad I can say I’ve tried it anyway.
My true disappointment to this beer was the fact that I didn’t have the foresight to have someone take pictures of everyone’s faces after the fist sip. Especially mine. New avatar, perhaps?
Score: 33 / 100 – Drain Pour