Like a Johnny who got his gun and was eager to enter combat, I feel I just got a hard slap in the face by the reality of what is out there in the brewing world. In short I got my ass handed to me when, with my ‘fear no beer’ attitude, I cracked open Deschutes Brewery’s Abyss Imperial Stout.
Everything was there to warn me, from the disclaimer on the cooler door that said “two beers per customer”, to the 11% ALC by Vol. rating, and the numerous awards this Everest of beers had won last year when it debuted.
The Abyss is only the second beer to come out of Deschutes ‘Reserve Series’. It has been sitting in oak and charred oak ‘Bourbon Barrels’, brooding if you will, for over a year. It also boasts hints of licorice and molasses, according to the bottle.
From the moment I opened this beer I could tell I might have gotten over my head. As the head began settling into a brown cap over motor-oil looking liquid I got nervous. When I couldn’t smell any fragrance I got curious and had to nearly dip my nose into the Shiitake colored cap of foam.
Then I smelled it, dark and intense aromas of freshly ground coffee lifted into my nostrils as if struggling against gravity. They where joined by rich hint of lighter flavors that seemed to have no place in this beer, but rounded out the aroma with a nice subtlety.
The first sip almost short-circuited my brain, and like a surfer on the crest of a 12 foot face I though “Oh fuck I’ve got to take this,” half scared-to-death half happy as shit that I had made this nine dollar purchase.
The flavor of The Abyss is somewhat like coffee but completely something else at the same time. It was the raw power of beer, as I have never experienced before, at one sip overpowering and dark with a heavily roasted taste. At the next the flavor mellowed a bit, almost like a expensive whiskey, and let new tastes, that I can’t even explain (and most likely am too novice to understand) enter the area.
When I had finished the first glass I felt beat, my mouth was full of lingering strong and exotic tastes. There was enough left for another glass, I poured it and forgot about it, whether consciously or sub-consciously.
About half-an-hour later I felt something staring at me. It was the glass of Abyss it seemed to be looking me down, confident it could win. I battled through the rest of the stout, but felt I had made a mistake.
The Abyss is a great beer it’s exotic even for the rejuvenating category of Imperial Stouts which was almost lost to time. It has introduced me to flavors so deep, so rich and so dark I never though I would find even in a stout. If you can afford this trip I recommend taking it, but know what you’re getting into.
This beer is something more than anything you have ever tried. I would split the cost and the 1 pint 6 ounces with a fellow beer connoisseur, I feel fighting your way through an entire bomber ruins the experience. If I could do it again I would kill the lights, throw on some Tchaikovsky and let my imagination run loose.
All I can say is good luck.
I don’t know where I’ am off to next I feel I have to reassess a bit but I shall overcome!