Mama is in her kerchief, and I'm in my cap getting ready to settle down for a long winter's nap...a nap that will likely be brought on by my ceremonial opening of a Christmas Eve bottle of Brooklyn Brewing's "Black Ops."
What is "Black Ops" you ask?
According to its label, "it's the beer that doesn't exist...if it did exist, it would be a robust stout concocted by the Brooklyn brewing team under cover of secrecy and hidden from everyone else at the brewery. Supposedly, "Black Ops" was aged for four months in bourbon barrels, bottled flat and re-fermented with champagne yeast, creating big chocolate and coffee flavors with a rich underpinning of vanilla-like oak notes. They say there are only 1,000 cases. We have no idea what they're talking about."
Me neither.
But I'll have a better idea by midnight. After all, Santa's the classic "Black Ops" model. I'll pour a flagon for him.
Merry Christmas!
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